Showing posts with label nipple torture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nipple torture. Show all posts

Friday 20 October 2023

All White Now!

Apologies for paraphrasing that great hit by Free when choosing the title for this blog. Speaking of Free, that was the last thing possible for the most part of my training today, but I will return to that theme later.

Returning from the bathroom in latex socks and gloves I was a little confused when Mistress Maggie suggested I was a little underdressed. It may be that she wants me to wear more latex at the start of the session because I know Maggie is partial to that lovely material, but more probably as oft happens, it was her excuse for wrapping me up in a few more latex layers. Anyway, I will ask next time if Maggie wishes me to arrive in full latex, I am sure that can be arranged. 

Mistress was seated on her wooden throne in a black and white nurse ensemble, latex of course, topped off with a smooth latex full faced hood, she held out her boot ready for my worship and sported a riding crop that I would be chastised with if I failed to impress. On my knees I got down to the business of worshipping those lovely legs and ankle boots, fortunately without any lasting crop marks.

Mistress then helped me into my heavyweight latex work suit. I couldn’t be considered underdressed now…  or could I?

I was then granted a rare and delightful opportunity to act as masseur to Mistresses feet and legs. Maggie made herself comfortable on the rubber bed and I was sent off to the bathroom to return with a pot of foot balm. Very carefully, I removed both of her boots before rolling her latex leggings up to just below her knees, I very gently massaged, doing my best to listen to instructions and tend to Maggie’s needs. Maggie said that her feet and calves were feeling very much in need of a massage and I loved being able to provide a little physical relief, as well as being able to admire her two slim and very attractive ankles at close quarters.

I was able to spend almost 20 minutes luxuriating in the honour of being trusted not to harm Mistress. I then had to concentrate on getting her socks and boots back on, aligning them at the right orientation; socks and then boots placed precisely with the lie of Maggie’s leg and gently easing them home. I do love it when Mistress grants me such great responsibility with her limbs and today we were accompanied by some soothing music, loud enough to be relaxing but not too loud to irritate.

Maggie outlined that she intended to transform her slave into a facsimile of an Egyptian mummy. White shrink wrap plastic would be used followed by white duct tape. All in all I would be all white now!  Already being in my black latex working suit, you can probably guess that things will get a little warm once completely wrapped, in fact I may well become one red hot mummy today. Maggie opened up all the strategically placed zips on my latex catsuit, most ominously the nipple zips, which she made sure were yanked wide open. It had been a while since Mistress had given my nips any loving attention and I thought today was the day she’d be rectifying that sad situation, especially as she had mentioned something about recently investing in some new nipple toys.

Before my white wrapping could get started I had the pleasure of having a set of electric Kegel balls inserted way up my well-greased bum, and I am ashamed to say I didn’t alert Mistress to the fact that there were no wires attached, and once dressed as a mummy there would be no way to retrofit them. The problem was only noticed later in the session and I am sorry Mistress for this oversight. No doubt there will be a time of reckoning.

Mummification commenced and I was thoroughly wrapped from the foam neck brace that Maggie kindly attached to make the neckline more aesthetic, down to just below cock and balls, or at least the opening in the suit where they would be extracted later no doubt. Arms restricted, there was no way to get free, even if I had any inclination to escape. Now I knew my nipples were going to receive attention as telling me to sit down Mistress used a pair of safety scissors to carefully open two prefect circles around my areola. Armed with her rolls of tape and clingfilm Maggie had me waddle along behind her and we made our way to the Clinic, by this time, Maggie had a rope tether attached to her mummy as a safety measure.

Walking was fine after a fashion, which is more than can be said about arranging myself on the awaiting couch. I couldn’t really bend or balance in a sitting position so I just trusted in Mistress and gravity. Mistress guided and steadied me and I let gravity do the rest. I ended up precisely where I needed to be; seated in the middle of the rubber covered couch. Fortunately the plastic wrap made it very easy for Mistress to swivel me into position.

I helped Maggie to complete her desired mummification by lifting my legs to allow the wrapping and tape strapping between my groin and toes to be completed. Just before Maggie made me blind with a white hood, she produced a diagram of what she was hoping to achieve with the mummification. It was a fine sketch showing me, the mummy. The duct tape strapping was at least diagonal up and down the body and that was all I could honestly say. I was certainly not underdressed in all my white bondage. All I knew was I felt snug and was definitely not free. The white hood also felt snug, soft and very comfortable, it had no openings other than two nose holes allowing easy breathing, and there the freedom ended.

Mistress applied a pair of suction cups to my nipples to pump them up and prepare them for the increased sensations to be expected from her new nipple stretchers. Forever kind and thoughtful Maggie granted me a few good puffs of aromas delivered from her halothane set up, with Mistress using a face mask strategically placed over the holes in the white hood. I relaxed when Mistress mentioned that the nipple pumps were intended to get my nipples ‘in the mood’.

Not quite ready for the final act of nipple nurturing, Mistress cut a hole in my groin area to allow extraction of my small cock and balls. This object needed some encouragement to grow sufficiently to allow the use of Maggie’s cock bondage board, and for the first time Maggie deployed a vacuum pump to my cock. I must say that was a most pleasant experience that I hope might be repeated at a future date. The pumping seemed to work as Maggie set to work securing my cock and balls to the board. I thought it a nice touch and very thoughtful when Maggie whispered that she would use a bandage to bind it, consistent with the mummy wrapping theme.

Nipples were definitely in Maggie’s sights as she now applied suckers to them which sucked and stimmed at the same time. I must say with all that treatment my nips were definitely becoming more sensitive and ready for the guinea pig ordeal that I thought was about to come.

More relief and relaxation was administered each time the anaesthesia mask was placed over my nose holes and I was as ready as I would ever be. A couple of further mood inhalations were used to ensure I was right in the zone for the stretchers. A rebreather bag had been applied to my controlled breathing arrangement and I spent some time relaxing my breathing, and when the bag wasn’t gently rising and falling the white hood achieved almost the same effect, as that too gently rose and fell with each breath. To top off the excitement, or perhaps it should be bottom out my feelings, some form of sound was gently inserted in my already constricted cock. I was ready.

The Twitter photo that Mistress had posted certainly didn’t match the actual method for deploying the nipple stretchers. I thought from the image that the nipple stretchers were actually clamps squeezed onto the nipple. No. Maggie removed the electrics and suction cups and told me to get ready for a small prick! 

That small prick turned out to be a flash of searing pain as a huge needle was passed through the right nipple. After a deep breath and another aromas boost I was able to work through the pain, knowing it was what my Mistress wanted and the pain soon subsided into a manageable ache. I was quite pleased that the experience had only elicited a small gasp from myself and my tortured nipple. The only problem was I needed to endure it all again with the left nipple. Fortunately, I now knew the level of pain associated with the needle and was better able to cope with that moment of insertion. It certainly wasn’t as bad as the right one!

There I was, completely blinded with the white hood and a constant ache in the nipples, with quite a strain on cock and balls from the bandage and the sound and I realised I was loving every minute. Heedful of the sound of Mistresses thrilled muffled laughter as she turned the screws that stretched the nipples just a little more, and then a little more… until they were raised up like pointed pyramids. As a final privilege, Maggie made sure my nipples had a little something extra added and what more stimulating than e-stim through the needles. I must be mad to enjoy this. 

Maggie whispered that I was a good slave to go through this to please my Mistress and with all the excitement the inevitable happened down below, and I embarrassed myself again. 

When Maggie came to removing the needles it was a breeze, hardly anything more that slight discomfort in each nipple and one little spot of blood, we were then heading for the end of another fantastic session. As Mistress carefully cut away the plastic to once more reveal my latex under suit I had a big smile on my face, because I knew I had pleased my Mistress. She was happy with how her new toys had performed and how I had handled them and declared them a success. 

One final amusing event happened on the way home when I realised that I was still wearing the Kegel balls. They had become such a fixture that I never realised I was walking out with them up my bum. I let Maggie know when I got home and returned them, fully washed and sterilised, a couple of days later. Thank you Mistress for allowing me to complete our 223rd session and I left a very, very happy slave eager for more attention from Mistress Maggie.

Warning: This 1:39 min mummification & nipple torment clip has audio.

Friday 29 September 2023

My Darker Heaven

Just for the record, I want to thank my Mistress Maggie for developing my kinky side and honing my ability to serve her over the last 12 years. My anniversary of laying the foundation for my new pervy life was actually yesterday, 28th September 2011, but I prefer Friday sessions and have done since day one, so albeit a day late, thank you Mistress and long may my development and your enjoyment continue. Over those 12 years and 221 previous sessions I have learnt to expect the unexpected. Mistress always delivers in that respect and today was no different. 

Here’s what the calling mail indicated -

‘Your rubber Mistress will be ensuring that the water will flow wherever you go and you’ll be seeing things from a different angle if you can see at all… ‘

And when Mistress answered the door in response to my quick ring wearing an ‘outdoor’ outfit I was left totally confused about the calling mail. As always Maggie looked immaculate, her see through smoky latex blouse was sufficiently sensual to highly arouse this slaves libido, yet it was dressy and equally subtle enough to be worn on a trip out. In addition Maggie was wearing a figure skimming skirt that took me nearly all session to realise was made from printed latex that she’d obtained from Cathouse Clothing, a simple belt held her waist nipped in and a shiny cravat complimented her striking look. I thought I might be going out for a coffee with my stunningly attractive friend, and I told her that.

I assumed Mistress was going to catheterise me as happened on our visit to Chorley (water will flow wherever…), perhaps wearing my catsuit under vanilla clothing, or perhaps a ride on the Big One (seeing from a different angle) as per our visit to the Pleasure Beach, or simply go for a walk with me and my blacked out glasses that I had worn on a previous adventure. It turns out I got the whole scenario wrong again as I gradually found out as I was invited to follow that marvellous skirted bottom up the stairs to the Playroom.

In a minimal uniform of latex gloves and socks I was put to cleaning Maggie's dolly shoes. With little material to lavish my licks and kisses on Mistress instructed me to put a lot of effort into cleaning and polishing the chain embellishments on the shoes, making sure I paid attention to each link and encouraged by some gentle riding crop swishes. When Mistress advised ‘enough’ I sat back in my kneeling position to wait my next command, one that came in a rather painful manner as Mistress reached out and grabbed both nipples and pulled me two steps closer. I must say I did appreciate this move as I love the closeness to my Mistress. 

Being so close it was easy for Mistress to stuff her used knickers in my mouth and seal them in place with some special breathable tape that she’d bought since our last attempt at this type of gag. The breathability of the tape would offer little benefit on this occasion because I had quite a mouthful, but it prevented me spitting her knickers out and it also effectively shut me up completely! Once satisfied I was suitably gagged, Mistress applied a thick black lycra hood over the top, one that I had briefly tried on a couple of sessions back. 

The hood turns everything into a sight depriving black haze. I could just make out Mistress but only her shadowy outline. The next instruction was to climb into my latex working suit that I had laid out earlier, an interesting endeavour given my lack of sight and it was by using feel alone that I managed to struggle into the legs but I was failing to find the armholes. Mistress stepped in to assist, guiding my arms into the sleeves, gliding the suit up around my shoulders and zipping me up so I was enclosed neck to toe in fabulous latex.

I stood quite still as Mistress fixed me into the stout leather harness that has generally been a precursor to a good suspension session, plus more leather goodies by way of a collar and lead, ankle cuffs and padded mittens and I believed I would soon be hoisted up. But no, not yet. Instead, my mind was gradually responding to the dose of aromas exuding from a cloth that Maggie was holding over my nostril holes.

Think again and never anticipate anything your Mistress has planned. I was led over into the corner, guided into the Cell and had what felt like a cannon ball attached to my right ankle cuff. ‘I have things to do. You can stay here for a while’, said Mistress. I couldn’t do anything else really as the Cell door was banged shut and firmly locked and I had a bloody great ball and chain attached. Maggie was only vaguely visible as she made her way out, switching the light off and closing the door as she left the Playroom.

I looked around as best as I could through the dark of the hood and gloom of the unlit Playroom, fidgeted a bit and discovering that my head would just fit through the cell bars I rested my head comfortably in my mitted hands that were resting on the horizontal bar of the door. I didn’t have the bottle to be found like that, so despite the position being as comfortable as I could make it,as soon as I heard Mistress returning I withdrew my head and stood in the original position. I shouldn’t admit to this but whilst the cat was away this mouse did play!

Taking charge of my lead Mistress led me through to the Clinic, which was a little slow going because I was still attached to the cannon ball forcing me to drag one foot. Once inside I was to carefully ease myself onto the waiting couch followed by the heavy ball on its ankle chain that Mistress plonked on the couch insisting that it should stay with me. I was informed that I was most unlikely to get a pee break so a catheter would be needed for such eventualities (…water will flow wherever you go…). I was firmly strapped down ready to have one fitted and Maggie began donning an apron.

Once again the aroma soaked cloth was held over my face and in a subdued state I could feel Mistress unzipping my catsuit around my groin and slipping her hand inside she extracted my cock and balls, I just couldn’t hold back and immediately embarrassed myself. I couldn’t of course see the results but Mistress confirmed that I had been ‘naughty’ and she would now have to interrupt her plans to clean up my orgasmic mess! Back on with the catheter and I was further embarrassed that I could not conjure up an erection of any size to allow Mistress easy access to my peehole, she had to make several attempts before the tip of the catheter found its blind target and at last it went in like a dream.

When Maggie was happy that the operation was complete my cock and catheter pipe were fed into a black rubber sheath, another very interesting experience and one that Mistress thought most appropriate and very ‘tidy’, it was then relatively easy to attach the cath bag. While my cock became adjusted to its new rubber surround my balls were to be subjected to merciless torture, a piece of rattling metal appeared on the scene in the form of a specialist ball spreader that one of her other subjects had lovingly crafted and presented to Maggie.

All I can say is that I wish he hadn’t! The machine firstly captures both balls in turn and then by turning a screw the balls were separated and separated and… and any more would have seen me de-balled. Maggie expanded the vicious device almost to its maximum until I was really feeling the stretch. Well at least feeling the pain probably meant that both balls were still attached, just. This was definitely the sadistic side of Mistress as all protestations were ignored and ‘just one more turn’. To quote Mistress, ‘Slaves have hard lives don’t they’!

Time for us to walk back to the Playroom. Well, more like a waddle what with my balls heading east and west, but at least the cannon ball was no longer attached as I’d had visions of Mistress hanging it on one of my outstretched balls. Now that would have been a taxing situation as I would have had to clutch the ball between my useless mitted paws whilst being led along. I told you Maggie has a wonderfully soft side too.

Back at base I had my hood and gag replaced with a simple latex hood topped off with an FM-12 gas mask. An interesting feature of this mask is it has two connectors for hoses, one either side, and Maggie later attached two aroma pump hoses, a black one and a white one, quite a contrast really. Before that, remember I was still wearing the leather harness, this was now put to its intended use and I ended up swinging freely with the leather mitts securely strapped out of the way and my tortured balls on full display. Full blasts from both aroma hoses mellowed my senses which was just as well as Maggie’s sadistic side emerged once more with a few more ‘tweaks’ of that awful ball spreading machine. To add more gravity to the situation Mistress hung my catheter bag from the device, so the more I peed the heavier the bag and the more pain had to be endured.

Just when I thought this slave’s life couldn’t get any more fraught, I was told I could do with some nipple practice in case Mistress chooses me as her guinea pig to experiment with the nipple stretchers that she’d recently added to her collection. To start with, nipple nipping, building up to a pair of clover clamps on a chain, I was in a haze and being fuelled with aromas to help with my endurance. I was just about able to endure these extra sensations, but eventually a combination of tired arms and reaching my aromas limit led to fatigue setting in and me having to ask Mistress for release.

Despite having to suffer the painful caresses of that dastardly ball spreader, I wouldn’t alter any of the session and Mistress appeared to have a certain amount of enjoyment, which is after all, now the sole purpose of my training. As a final comment or plea to the ingenious designer of the ball spreading device; well done on an excellent piece of equipment but next time can you pay attention to the effects of a turning screw next to delicate balls. Screw threads can be VERY sharp.

Thank you Mistress Maggie for 12 wonderful years and with hindsight, your calling mail was 100% accurate. Unexpected but accurate.

Caution: This 02:17min clip has audio.

Friday 2 December 2022

Cropped Cock

Another exciting day in the life of a truly devoted rubber slave. I had a rough idea what might be my delight for todays training session and I knew today was likely to be in the Playroom as Mistress Maggie does tend to alternate between her two venues. There were a couple of outstanding suggestions I had made for Playroom content; accepting gallons and gallons of Mistresses golden nectar, or perhaps a vertical suspension.  

The session started in traditional fashion with me giving Maggie’s boots a real going over, although a slight deviation from 'normal' occurred as Mistress dispatched me to the far corner of The Playroom where the cane and crops were neatly stored, and I was instructed to select one and return for boot worship. 

No misgiving here as I chose a slender crop with a small hand attached at the business end. Maggie has used this previously to warm my cheeks, and once again she would be wielding it if she felt I was slacking, or just for personal pleasure. Nothing too severe and I was looking forward to Maggie’s crop, which like myself was made in Yorkshire.

BIG mistake! Because as I was instructed to stand up from my worship a heavy blow landed on the top of my cock. That hurt and certainly brought me to attention. Not satisfied with the angle for cropping I was told to stand sideways so my cock stood proudly at right angles to Mistress.

Oh dear, that gave her a far better swing and several severe crop strokes landed along the length of my shaft. Now, those strokes were very ‘ouchy’ and it took all my nerve and resolution to stand erect ready for the next crop to fall. Still, it was Maggie’s choice and by all accounts she appeared to be enjoying my discomfort.

We temporarily adjourned to The Clinic to see if we could insert the new and bigger black butt plug. First a good dose of aromas to help relax the muscles followed by a good dollop of Crisco cream to facilitate easier entry. As you would expect my red ribbed plug went in very easily with the last familiar plop and shiver as the last couple of centimetres slipped home. I have to admit to appreciating the feel of this plug even though its receptacle is starting to get a little loose, and we have been friends for such a long time. However, despite all the Crisco, aromas and the perfect position for entry, the new plug refused to go all the way in. I’m under instruction to practice a lot at home to see if I can stretch appropriately.

Returning to The Playroom, my new red Libidex catsuit was warming on the bed, I was of course already wearing my latex socks and gloves and it was a relatively easy matter to insert me into the suit and safely and snugly do up the zips and… once again I was beautifully encased, neck to toe in latex. Mistress explained that it was my choice of being attached to the ceiling in bondage that would be on the menu today, and the luxury of Mistresses nectar would have to wait until a future session.

I was to be inserted into the leather body bag and hung like a bag of spuds from the ceiling ring. Not actually hung but standing, tethered to the ring.  This activity is difficult for both hanger and hangee. Maggie had to make sure I was well fitted into the body bag whilst I had to balance on my constricted feet without the use of arms for balance. 

Problem solved as you would expect from my inventive Mistress. Continuing the leather theme, on went the leather hood and it’s attached chain passed through the ceiling ring. That allowed me to lean forward, tighten the supporting chain thus providing the stability needed to remain standing. Not content with the single head chain, Maggie attached an additional strap round my upper body which had chains that could be attached to the overhead suspension frame. These proved far easier to tighten than the head chain to ceiling link and gave us confidence that I was well supported and able to manage the bondage for a fair time.

Perhaps, if there is a next time we can devise a way to tighten the head chain to help me stay a little more upright. As an aside, the inside of the leather helmet feels, well, leathery. Not soft and smooth like a latex hood and if I ask Maggie to allow me to wear latex underneath it next time, I am sure she would oblige. I like leather, but I do prefer latex. 

I was starting to feel like I needed something shoved up my arse as the empty space was feeling… empty! Mistress of course had already had ideas on how to satisfy my empty feeling, and to further help me remain upright she stuck a metal hook up my arse; yes the bondage bag does have holes in ALL the right places, and attached the hook to the overhead gantry.

Whilst skewered like a stuck pig, Mistress insisted on tormenting her plaything by standing so I got an eyeful as she exposed those beautiful breasts. That is the most cruel and frustrating thing Mistress does to her slave. A definite look but no touching; how cruel yet how kind to at least let me view those magnificent bosoms.

By now, Mistress had adjusted the Playroom mirror and I could watch as she placed the tube gag in my mouth and then stood back so I could take in the whole situation. It does feel liberating that not only is Maggie happy to place me in these exquisite situations and dressings of her choice, but so, so exciting that I know Mistress is confident that her rubber slave is really happy in any situation. I also think Maggie liked the picture of me hung in her leather bondage bag and dribbling through the gag as I detected that enigmatic smile as she stood back to admire her leather creation. I must admit, it was a real turn on looking at an indistinguishable person inside the heavy leather and knowing it was me inside.

This period of mirror magic could not last as Mistress had more ideas for her slave’s entertainment as she carefully chose her most reliable nipple clamps, and teasing open the suitably placed zips on my catsuit, attached them with a smile, to my nipples. Maggie was well aware that my buds have been unattended for far too long, and the shock and surprise as the little b****rds bit in securely made me sag in my bonds. Thank goodness for the securing chains as I dealt with managing the pain and was able to breathe through the discomfort.

The time had come to replace the leather hood with a latex one, with an anaesthetic mask and breathing hose mounted on top. I knew my bonus of a few whiffs of aromas was imminent, but Mistress, as always has a knack for keeping you guessing as to the delivery method.

I was fitted with the serving tray; ah happy memories of wearing it when serving Mistresses friends many moons ago. The open bottle was placed on the tray and without ado Maggie placed the end of the hose over the open aromas bottle. This time, no waiting for the delightful hiss of the pump but raw, continuous pleasure instantly delivered from the bottle.

Mistress was careful to ensure I wasn't too overwhelmed before moving to take advantage of my relaxed and intoxicating effect from the aromas. More strategically placed zips soon had my cock and balls presenting themselves for further attention from my owner. Red rope tied them tightly before Mistress pulled on a pair of latex gloves and began oiling the whole area to facilitate a most wonderful hand massage alternating with the use of her vibrating Hitachi wand, while occasionally benefitting from more relaxing blasts of aromas, my time in heavy leather bondage reached a most fulfilling climax.

I am completely under the spell of my Mistress and as I promised her some time in the past:-

I will willingly do whatever Mistress Maggie asks, immediately and without question.

Friday 12 August 2022

Nettling Nipples

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Caution: This 02:19 elastrator clip has audio

  

Friday 2 July 2021

Where to Today Mistress?

After the myriad of questions rolling around before our last session, there was only one question of interest today. In what direction would Mistress Maggie want my training to go in todays training? I must admit to feeling on much more familiar territory. We were back to our Friday slot as was most often the case before the Covid crisis, and I felt so relaxed after our first session for 15 months that the question which really interested me was, where to today? On many previous occasions Maggie has given a hint, sometimes a big hint in her confirmatory mail as to what she had planned for the upcoming session; not today. The only sniff was that I needed to pack my red catsuit, my red accessories and arrive in my mask. 

Today, I arrived within seconds of the 2:30 arrival time and I felt so much better for the punctuality, but as Mistress opened the door I let out an expletive that I had forgotten to wear my mask. After a quick scramble, it was on with the Covid mask, and no further access alllowed until I’d had my quick temperature check and sanitized my hands and... what a fantastic sight. Mistress was in her black catsuit with red trim and she looked every inch the dominant and very beautiful person she is. That fantastic vision threw me and I had forgotten to take off my shoes (a house rule at the door). Quickly de-shoeing I followed Mistress up the stairs to the Playroom but regretted that I couldn't get close enough to marvel at those wonderful hips and latex clad bottom.

Without ado I was sent off to the bathroom to return in black socks and gloves! Black? No mention of that in the calling letter! - I really must restudy the Chambers rule book, in particular:

Rule 9 - Mistress may change her mind at any time

Rule 13 - Mistress expects her slaves to read minds at all times.

Fortunately I do carry a pair of black gloves in my perv bag and Mistress passed me a pair of black socks that she retrieved from one of the Playroom drawers, so all was not lost.

I returned suitably clad and spent a good few moments caressing and worshipping the black patent thigh boots that adorned Mistress’ legs. I was really tempted to worship above the rim of those boots and let my tongue wander over her tightly covered thighs but… my training kicked back in and of course I limited my worship to the boots. I was also instructed  ‘The boots don't like being wet’. So after I had kissed I was instructed to follow with a blow dry!

We talc'd the red catsuit and I must say it fitted easily, comfortably and a superb fit, certainly better than I remember, and there I was a red rubber plaything again. Mistress directed me towards a small stool and told me to sit down. Even with my arms tightly roped behind my back it was a very comfortable position. So much so that when Maggie secured her final rope knot around my waist and announced ‘You are not going anywhere without the stool’, I mischievously made to stand. I had no intention of completing the action but Mistress issued a stern rebuke telling me. ‘Don’t even think about it!’

I watched at a distance as Maggie cut a 6" strip from a roll of wide surgical tape before moving in close to press it against my mouth. I knew this was reference to my last visit, when I had been mistakenly breathing through my mouth (see last blog). From the drawer next to her Throne, Mistress retrieved the red rebreather hood. It has 6 small breathing holes that were to become my sole contact with the outside world for a while. I was sealed inside my latex and now my rebreather hood. Life was once more looking good. I sat for a while breathing regularly and smiling quite a lot beneath the tape gag as I felt Mistress gently sit on my knee. 2021 had just got so much better and there was more to come as Mistress gently pulled down each nipple zip and started to gently stroke each nipple in turn. I might have guessed that there was something a little more sinister going on. A wonderful tingly sensation soon told me that both nipples were being caressed by nettles. The sensation was exquisite as Mistress continued to pamper them with her seasonal touches, then gently closing the zips she left both nipples 'glowing' .

Two things about being sealed into the red re-breather hood. The first is that after breathing out the rebreather part deflates quite rapidly, meaning the next intake of air is almost pure clean Playroom air. The second is a bi-product of this rapid deflation. With all the hot, moist air being generated internally, occasionally the collapsing hood will completely seal itself shut. The first time this happened it  induced a little concern until I realised that a quick shake of the head resulted in the cowl freeing itself and the air flowing once again. I also shouldn't really mention this but that same moisture has a tendency to release the adhesion on the tape gag, and by the end of the rebreathing it was almost ineffective. However, I knew the purpose of the gag was to encourage breathing through my nose, and not wishing to disappoint Mistress I kept it up and didn't once attempt to breathe through the mouth.

After that Mistress was keen to introduce me to a rather large anal electrode, and she placed it on the table alongside my butt plug so I could take solace from a size comparison. Okay, their comparable mass was about the same, but no real consolation as while my own plug is flexible and tapered to allow a gradual insertion, the electrode was a no messing hard cock shape. I duly assumed the position across the horse; bending over and thinking of England and waited for Maggie to attempt to insert it. The first attempt was a little uncomfortable despite the masses of lube, so holding a bottle under my nose I was ordered to take a long sniff of the relaxing aromas to help with proceedings. The electrode was now attempting a second entry and I was just starting to feel the discomfort of an impossibly stretched rectum when ...whoosh!!! It was in and oh what a relief. It felt marvellous. I was so proud that I had managed to do what Mistress hoped as I stood there waggling the tails of the electrode that were dangling from my bottom.

I now understood why Mistress wanted the black socks and gloves as she started to totally cover my upper torso in black pallet wrap. The roll of wrap was really misbehaving; tearing or unwinding unevenly with every wrap. I felt overwhelming sympathy for Mistress as she struggled to cover me top to toe. It was warm despite the Playroom fan wafting its cooling influence over the two of us. I was relatively ok because I only had to stand there, first the body, then each outstretched arm, then chest and shoulders making my top half like the New Zealand rugby team - all black! I was eased back against the plank and the rest of my body engulfed in black. My predicament was being reflected back via the Playroom mirror and I must say it looked quite fetching.

Not quite finished, Mistress produced a gas mask, the one with the twin filters and internal drinking tube which I eagerly accepted into my mouth. The straps were pulled tight to ensure an open faced latex mask could neatly be pulled over my head. Her slave was now TOTALLY isolated from anything on the outside, in a perfect Covid bubble as far as protection was concerned, but as Mistress bound my forearms in a leather corset I realised that one small part of me was exposed to the atmosphere. Yes, my cock and balls were liberated from the plastic wrap and were soon to be subjected to my Mistresses electrifying ways.

I could feel cool rings being slipped onto my cock and a throbbing electric pulse quickly followed, then even more throbbing was activated deep in my anus as the electrode was finally brought to life.

Inside my black cocoon I was becoming increasingly hotter and moist. Maggie seemed intent on simply leaving her slave to stew, except for raising the output on the electric box whenever she walked by. She brought the aromas pump into the room and added a little extra indulgence to my playtime by swapping it with one of my mask filters.

As Mistress pumped in a couple of aroma puffs I thought what a fortunate plaything I was. With all the electric surging around cock and bum coupled with an occasional puff, my shrink wrapped body was getting increasingly warmer and with no idea when it would end. I just hoped that Maggie was deriving as much pleasure as I was.

Maggie couldn't help teasing her slave by placing the aroma pump bulb between those beautiful breasts then taunting me to self administer, moving just close enough for my pinioned hands to reach her chest she asked. ‘Which bulb would you like to squeeze slave?’ What a dilemma. I so wanted to stroke those glorious globes and so succumbed. The pump would have to wait, as I may not be given the opportunity to caress Mistresses bosom again. The feeling is fantastic, even wearing the latex gloves and planked, they are magnificent.

To add a little more intrigue, Mistress blindfolded me and reduced me to listening to constant white noise through earphones. Oh how I would have loved to see my Mistress resplendent in her tight latex but I would have to wait for such a privilege, because for now Mistress was entertaining her slave with her silence and building electric stimulation.

When I am reaching the edge of tolerance, the first thing to go is that my breathing gets a little raged. Mistress recognised this as a sign that I may have had as much as I could take given the heat of the day, and asked if I needed to come out. She did have a couple more items on the menu but these would wait for another day.  

Unfortunately for me one of them was to drink up the jug of fresh nectar that Maggie had prepared using the FM12’s drinking straw. The second was only a tentative threat to tighten my plastic cocoon with heat from her hairdryer, but Mistress has done it before and I’m pretty sure would do it again in the future!!

Once I was removed from the board my head was freed. I felt so much better drinking in the cool air being circulated by the fan, but the moment had gone and the session came to a gentle end with me having a good few minutes to relax before being extracted from my very warm and very wet shrink-wrap and latex coverings.

I look forward to similar encasement later in the year when the weather is cooler and Mistress can remain cool as she applies the wrap, but that decision will rest with Maggie to allow or ignore… As I said, I felt for Mistress Maggie labouring away in the heat of a hot July afternoon to entomb her slave, maybe she will have her revenge next time I’m cocooned, by deploying her hairdryer ? A tight situation and something for this slave to look forward to with a little trepidation.

Although half way through 2021. in the words (almost) of one of my favourite bands -


Got a feeling '21 is going to be a good year

Especially if you and me see it through together...

Thank you Mistress . You really do produce exceptional experiences for this slave.

Note to self: When Mistress asks for red or black catsuit always bring a contrasting pair of red/black socks and gloves!

Friday 13 March 2020

A Few More Small Steps

Little did either of us know that this Friday 13th session would be the last time for the foreseeable future that I would be able to come so physically close to Mistress Maggie. The rapidly changing advice from the government about Covid 19 meant that Maggie had decided to terminate all sessions for the safety of her slaves, but more importantly from my perspective, for Maggie and her husbands’ safety. After all I need her to be fit and well when/if she decides that she can continue with my journey.

In this session Maggie helped guide me a few extra steps towards becoming a much better slave. In isolation each step forward may have been very small, but we did cover a lot of ground today.

This was my 184th session and having attended so often it would be impossible not to revisit some of my earlier experiences, though so far no two training sessions have ever been the same. One of the beauties of my training is that Mistress consistently orchestrates my vast number of experiences into infinitely variable combinations. Even setting out with the same plan, it is invariably different from any previous session. The constant is the admiration, trust and complete adoration I hold for my beautiful Mistress.

Once again I was down on my hands and knees being instructed by Mistress to kiss her boots. I am unable to count the number of pairs of new boots I have worshipped since my training began, nor the many different circumstances. In the past I have tentatively worshipped Maggie’s shoes in a shop, had my tongue dragged up and down a pair of thigh highs with my nose on a chain and even been told to attend to them whilst suffocating in plastic, by comparison today’s boot worship orders were relatively tame. ’Kiss them in a ’French style' slave’. I soon learned that this involved alternating kisses down the side of each boot, three kisses in succession making audible mwah! mwah! mwah! noises. Imagine the privilege of French kissing your beautiful Mistress, even if it was restricted to boot level.

From there we moved on to my latex dressing, and I was easily into my working suit and lying supine on the rubber bed having my balls tied up. Mistress was adamant that the rope should be tight and would be more pleasing if my balls were also separated, this certainly made sure my cock was sufficiently engorged, enough to use as a handy handle to propel her slave to the centre of the room where I was to be suspended for a little more fun.

The heavy leather harness ensured I would be safe and Maggie ensured I would be flying by attaching a wooden leg spreader and hoisting my legs up at the rear. That, with the addition of a fully sealed panoramic mask had me ready for lift off.

The next twenty minutes of my life were spent flying. One big tug on my handy cock handle and Maggie had me swinging back and forth. After that, momentum was maintained through regular slaps with her leather paddle as she circled round me, laughing. I wasn’t allowed to fly without luggage either, once I had been treated to a few puffs of liquid aroma a large wooden weight was padlocked on to my ball bondage, not exactly a travelling trunk, but definitely a good chunk off some hardwood tree.

With my balls used as a cargo hold and being swung by my handy cock again I could gaze through the wide screen at my marvellous Mistress, until it was time to find the key to the lock that was securing the wooden block to the rope round my cock and balls.

Now you might think this would be an easy task, because Mistress always knows where all her equipment is located. Hmmm! Not so this time. Once I was released from the harness I was put on a lead and taken for a tour of the upper Chambers to locate the missing key. That was when the heavy wooden block really came into its own. The first thing to realise about this new form of torture is that the block is really heavy, and I mean ball-stretchingly heavy. The second thing to know is that the block is square and has rather sharp corners.

I had no option but to try walking with my legs wide open to avoid banging my ankles with half a tree. 'Look under the bed slave’, so I gingerly knelt down, resting the block between my aching legs and... you guessed it. Of course the bloody key wasn't under the bed, why would it be?

With lots of banging and clattering of ankles I was led back round the Playroom. 'Under the horse slave?' Nope, no keys there. Then just as I was getting up Maggie announced that, 'It’s here slave. On the keyring!’ Hmmm. Why didn't I think it would be on a keyring. My balls were giving up the ghost and I could feel the bondage rope sliding off them one twist at a time until the heavy block sank to the ground. At last, free but stretched balls. We didn't need that bloody key after all. Was that planning or what? My Mistress really is an expert in the deadpan sadistic humour department.

Free of the block I was told to bend over the Horse to have an electronic prostrate massager inserted up my bum. Mistress tested out several program variations before she was convinced of the signal I should receive, it was then a case of making sure no wires were disturbed while she helped me to slip into the thick rubber bondage suit. Yes Mistress, it must have looked hilarious - no chance of me walking with wide legs now, with my ankles confined I had to bunny hop through to the clinic couch and there I was strapped down.

Maggie put her rubber apron on, a sign that inevitable treatments would be carried out but with no clue what they may be. Mistress never neglects my love of latex, and went on to make sure I was totally covered in it by raising my head and pulling on the inflatable gas mask hood. Taking care to pump without over inflating it my latex nurse soon had me feeling its wonderful embracing pressure, an extension hose was added to allow safe administration of her prescribed aromas from its position out of the way on the IV stand.

Meanwhile, down below I wasn't allowed to touch my aching cock as the mitts were securely attached to the waist strap. Any playing with cock and balls at this stage was only for Maggie. As it happened, Mistress was initially more interested in some long overdue nipple training, and to get my treatment started produced two steel towers with attached clamps; designed for extending nipples. This was the first time I had worn these and I do wish they had worked first time. I could accommodate the pain the first time but because my nipples are sorrily small the least bit of stretching and the clamps let go. After the second and third abortive attempts, my nipples felt like they had been dragged through a thorn bush backwards and thank goodness for the soothing aromas.

Maggie wasn’t impressed with the poor performance and with a bunch of expletives went to find her reliable clover clamps. They went on nicely aside from the fact my nipples by now were sore. No matter, at least they were clamped and sore! Maggie sounded a lot happier once my nipples were finally receiving her painful therapy and she could turn her attentions to matters lower down. She purred that I was about to have a larger sound inserted down my cock and that I would enjoy the largeness.

Mistress wasn't wrong, my eager cock sucked it all in without an inch of hesitation, then, to follow an even larger sound was selected and it’s oiled up tip began teasing my hole. When left to its own devices it also slid in very easily and very smoothly, and despite Mistress playing little games with my nipple chain I really started to enjoy the situation and actually started humping the sound. In between gently pulling on my nipples Mistress glided the large long sound in and out creating orgasmic sensations, while the electric box delivered the selected massaging pulses to my prostate.

Then it was all over. I had experienced each of these individual exercises before in some form or other, but as I said at the start, this session was unique in how it developed, unique in the sensations it delivered, but constant in the way that Mistress Maggie had guided me down a few small extra steps for which I will be eternally grateful.

I can't say Friday 13th is at all unlucky. If I had a session booked for Friday 20th it would have been cancelled, so in that sense Friday 13th was a truly lucky day for this slave.

Thank you Mistress and the only thing I hope for is that you both stay safe, make the most of your enforced downtime and that you may consider my request to be one of the first trainees to attend the Chambers when you feel safe enough to resume.

WARNING: This 2 minute clip has audio.


Friday 6 December 2019

What a Shocking Christmas Pud

I was ringing the door to Mistress Maggie’s Chambers for the final time in the 2010's. Like all the slaves who visit her in December I had to wipe my feet on her special Christmas doormat. Maggie was sporting a very obvious strap-on dildo, and once I had hung up my coat we followed behind it, all the way upstairs to the Playroom. Footwear worship came first, and today involved a new pair of black ankle boots that Mistress had only recently acquired. It was an honour to be knelt before her in my rightful place and to be one of the first to pay homage to these elegant, stylish boots. I even surreptitiously managed the softest touch against the fishnet tights that adorned Maggie’s beautiful legs, but of course rules are rules ‘boots only slave’, and it was only an accidental touch of those most wonderful calves.

One satisfied slave being stuffed ready for Christmas.
Although twenty days away from Christmas this was the nearest session to the big day that I could arrange. Even so, the festive spirit was starting early in the Preston Chambers. As you might expect around the Christmas festive season, thoughts turn to stuffing the turkey, making the Christmas pudding, log decorations and, of course that Nat King Cole classic 'Deck the balls with boughs of holly’, or some kinky version thereof. I can only hope that my Mistress was able to experience at least half the festive spirit that was engendered in her slave as we navigated through my last Christmas of this decade in these heavenly surroundings.

Maggie’s fertile imagination was on fire again as became evident when this years’ celebrations got off to a seasonal start by stuffing her slave. It is incredibly liberating knowing that my owner can stuff her slave whenever she wishes, and indeed she frequently does. I was strapped across the Playroom horse, oiled and mounted from the rear by the comfortably sized strap-on. No need for stretching exercises for my anus, just gentle and steady pressure as the dildo eased in then I was fucked, plain and simple by the only person I want to enter that most private part of my body. Mistress has complete freedom to do whatever she wishes to her rubber slave and I think the power exchange between slave and Mistress is complete and absolute and perfectly personified in this exquisite activity. Judging by the beautiful picture, Mistress was at least satisfied with the mount.

Adding a little spice to my already pleasantly throbbing rectal passage, Mistress thoughtfully pushed a remote controlled vibrating butt plug inside me. That would certainly keep the area throbbing, especially when the zip was pulled up and it was safely buzzing inside my latex catsuit.

After the boot worship and a liberal amount of stuffing it was time to move into the Clinic for what I knew would be even more stuffing. Mistress does like a latex nurse outfit and disappeared for a while to slip into her uniform. Mistress had instructed me to wear baggy trousers in the calling mail and that could only mean one thing; I was once more going to receive a scrotal saline inflation. Once firmly secured onto her operating table Maggie partially opened my crotch zip to release my cock and balls for the delicious inflation to begin, meanwhile, the vibrating butt plug remained in-situ keeping my innards company.

I was surprised when Mistress fitted and locked me in a metal chastity device, but hey it’s Christmas so an extra ornament was welcomed. Probably a little too welcome, because Maggie had only just got the wee beasty under her control before the affects of her fitting the device round my cock had the inevitable effect. Talk about growing pains, but the device was now fixed and my cock wasn't going anywhere. An interesting thought flickered across my mind. Knowing from previous experience that an infusion does have the saline gradually expanding along your shaft, with it now caged would the steel cage be stuck until the saline diffuses? It was only a brief thought and we soon moved on.

A gas mask was provided along with accessories to send me deeper under the spell of my enchantress, but definitely not a silent sensory control, oh no. To help fill the time whilst my balls were being filled with the 500ml of saline, Mistress had devised some entertainment aimed at keeping her slave alert and enjoying the sensations. Firstly for those Star Wars fans, you would certainly relish the Darth Vader breathing sounds that were being piped through the headphones, then you could use the darkness provided by the blindfold to let your mind wander to the halcyon days of Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, Wookiee... I prefer dreaming of a wonderful, attractive, highly sensual and very erotic Mistress Maggie. Far more interesting and enjoyable than the Millennium Falcon.

Around halfway through the infusion, the drip drip of the saline slowed a little and a second cannula was necessary to encourage a good flow, then I think to amuse Maggie more than her slave, out came the pump up electro nipple tubes to encourage bud growth in these quiet winter days.

Sometimes I wonder what else amuses Mistress at her slaves expense, but that is exactly what I signed up for and promised Maggie a long time ago, ‘To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question… ‘. If I am being totally honest, I long for the journey of discovery that my Mistress is guiding me along and hope to uncover more of her secret pleasures. So far I have loved every one of them and can only hope that Maggie is deriving as much pleasure, otherwise I am really failing in my promise.

The electrical throbbing that was being induced in my puckering nipples was being matched by the vibrations lower down. You may have forgotten, I certainly haven't, that the anal stimulator was doing just that in parallel with the nipple stimulations. Whilst my balls were filling with the saline my nipples and butt were filling me with pleasure waves. Mistress has certainly found a very pleasurable way of whiling away her slaves time during the filling process.

As the final few salty millilitres were being eagerly absorbed into my ball sac, Mistress removed my blindfold and headphones so that I could see, well almost, and hear what was about to happen next. Maggie in her smooth sexy tones whispered that she was applying a shield to protect the couch while she hotted up the operation area with a frosting of molten wax. A very sensible precaution I thought.

I smelt a candle being lit, braced myself for what I thought was the inevitable hot wax on balls treatment and then... no pain whatsoever. Drip after drip was aimed at my inflated balls and it must have been the cool saline acting as an insulator, but I really couldn't feel the wax. I do believe Maggie was particularly pleased with this part of the session and grinned as she stuck something into the cooling wax. ‘That's it. The pudding is complete!’

I did not know what to think. Eh? Pudding? Complete? - Up until this point I could only guess what was happening down south. Thoughtful as ever, Mistress temporarily removed the aroma mask and allowed me to survey her handy work through the prism glasses. Bringing red rope she used it to hitch my chastity cage to my collar and present her pudding for better viewing.

Wow! what an amazing sight. My swollen balls covered in candle wax and the sprig of holly topping made my genitals resemble a Christmas pudding! Mistress really has the most amazing imagination and does like her slaves to appreciate her hard work. I really do think she has enchanted my heart, body and soul.

It was only now that I realised the significance of the foil shield round my pudding as Mistress announced it was time to cook the pudding and attached two electrodes, one to the foil shield and the second on the perineum, close to the vibrating butt plug. This could prove pretty uncomfortable as Maggie idly asked what level we should cook the pud.

Apart from a brief mention of Christmas day I am unsure how we both arrived at singing 'I saw three ships come sailing in', Perhaps the video will provide the answer? I think it was the sight of a Christmas pudding that put Mistress in such a festive mood, but it did make us both laugh and Maggie continued to laugh as the pudding started cooking. I stammered on singing in an electrified way and roughly in time with the rise and fall of the cooking cycle!

It didn't prove uncomfortable at all. After all why should it? Mistress wanted it this way and therefore I was actually enjoying all the sensations that were whirling around my senses. By now, either Maggie had turned the vibrating bum invader off or I had outlasted the batteries, after all it had been vibrating for most of the afternoon. Perhaps I will never know.

The lasting memories from this Christmas festivities are all very positive. Probably the most memorable is the feeling of complete calm at being so privileged to serve yet another Christmas with the most stunningly attractive and mesmerising person I have ever met or ever wish to meet.

Thank you Mistress Maggie for guiding me along this journey and long may it continue. A peaceful Christmas and prosperous and happy New Year and I really look forward to next Christmas with you as my owner but sooner than that, I will see you very early in 2020.

WARNING: This 90 second clip has audio.