Still a Long Way to go

Just when I thought I was becoming adequately trained, at least in the opening ceremony of footwear worship, Mistress Maggie threw in a curved ball to disperse any complacency that may have been building. The moment I entered the door to her Chambers I was put on a lead, and I followed Mistresses glorious latex covered bottom up the stairs to arrive in the Playroom; nothing unusual there, but then Maggie guided me fully clothed to the floor and I was told to start footwear worship immediately. Maggie has a new pair of black shiny boots that go all the way to the middle of her thighs and they were definitely well worshipped by this happy slave.

’Drop your pants and over the chair slave’, where I was told I would receive three thwacks of the trident paddle. ‘To satisfy your curiosity slave’. I had seen this implement in one of Maggie's twitter feeds where she had administered 30+ strokes to a willing recipient. After 3 strokes my backside knew it had been well belted, leaving me with full admiration for the recipient of the 30+ strokes. I would have taken my hat of to him there and then if I had been wearing one.

Just as I was expecting to be sent off to the bathroom to change into my usual session uniform, Maggie threw in another curved ball by instructing me to get undressed and get into my rubber catsuit there in the Playroom, but not until I had received a hard slap on my face. ‘A friend asked me to do that’, smiled Maggie sweetly!

Now that I had been wakened up properly we moved on to the real meat of the session. Mistress told me I had been far too greedy with my consumption of aromas over the last few months, and that I would be sniffing something else today while revisiting the basics of breath play. Whilst I was sitting relaxed on the circular stool enjoying a few quiet moments in the presence of a beautiful woman, Mistress quietly and efficiently set about securing my hands tightly across my stomach. The bindings were so effective that I really couldn't move my hands in any direction and certainly not reach my nipples let alone my face.

With the rope work done, my neck was trapped in the padded stocks, which in turn were firmly attached to the suspension gantry. Some minor height adjustment was completed and I was so comfy that... hold that thought as I heard the familiar rustle of the polythene bag.

Undoubtedly I would end up with my head inside it and I could look forward to a few moments of being once more reliant on Maggie for air. However, this looked a little more serious as the stocks were opened and then closed round the bag, gripping it tightly round my neck. I have to admit I was worried when I heard the lock click in place. It looked like I was about to enjoy some s-e-r-i-o-u-s breath control. I had no escape, I was trapped inside the bag with the air slowly becoming stale.

As I begged for air I gazed at my beautiful captor and my only hope of release, but unusually she did not respond to my pleas, at least not immediately, instead I lost sight of her as she moved round the side of my steamy plastic prison and I did panic a little. Though I was unable to see her, Mistress took a huge lungful of air and blew into one of the two purpose built air vents she had cleverly constructed yesterday. Repeating the life giving infusion several times, I relaxed and accepted that I was totally dependent on my Mistresses second hand air. It is the situation I love as I trust my Mistress implicitly and I hoped she felt that I was worth receiving her air otherwise...

This wasn't just isolated breath control, this was designed to have me totally air dependent for thirty plus minutes. All the while, Maggie teased me by coming so close with her lips just when I needed more puff. Another dilemma, I would love to have been kissed, even through the steamy plastic, but Maggie cleverly left that moment until I was really begging for more air.

After perhaps two dozen life giving infusions Mistress was satisfied that my over indulgence in aromas had been balanced by this prolonged period of basic breath control. Finally I was released from the stocks. At that point I was so utterly and completely devoted to my Mistress, I felt nothing but happiness and totally at peace with my situation.

More basic elements were to be reinforced with our next exercise as Maggie announced that my nipples had also been somewhat neglected along with the breath play.

Fortunately Mistress can be kind to her slaves and now allowed me a few whiffs of aroma, to slightly ease the discomfort before starting on the nipples. My wrists were still pinioned but the aromas started to have the desired effect and Mistress knew I would not complain (well hardly complain) as first the left and then the right nipple were warmed up.

Oh boy, do we need to do more work on my nipples!

Tweezer clamps with a small weighted load were attached to each one, but two minutes later both fell off, it was like deja vu, first the left then the right. Mistress likened my nipples to lumps of lard. The next attempt was to try and secure the clamps behind surgical needles to see if they would stop them sliding off. Nope! - that didn't help and the thought that my nipples were actually made of lard started to concern me. There was only one thing for it, the trusty clover clamps.

These bloody hurt and to reinforce their effectiveness Mistress had me kneel on all fours with the clamps dangling beneath. Mistress was having fun and to enhance my enjoyment a string of four anal beads were rudely and quickly stuffed up my bum.

With the lead reattached, Maggie guided me next door and had me stand to attention with the crop in my mouth as she changed into her piss pants. I couldn't look down but I could hear as Maggie described exactly what she was doing. She certainly seemed pleased about how her piss pants looked with the new thigh boots.

Shortly after, both the clover clamps gave up the ghost and the lard finally shed even these most gripping of clamps. I do have a pair of suction nipple pumps at home and we agreed that I desperately need to practice at least once each week to de-lard the buds.

The last and final part of this session is definitely not remedial training, nor is it a punishment. I consider myself very fortunate that Mistress allows me every opportunity to consume her juices, using many and varied methods she encourages and makes her slave quench his thirst. On this occasion an inflatable, breathe through gag would become my drinking tube, and with the nipple clamps applied again my mouth was agonisingly opened ready to have the gag inserted. Not much use currently as a breath through, but excellent to feed through and Mistress did make sure the nose holes were clear for me to breathe.

I eagerly consumed every offered drop, but the flow seemed to be never ending. I watched as the level in the reservoir went down with each suck on the drinking tube, only to see and hear Mistress let loose another torrent of her precious fluids. There is something really erotic and sexually stimulating to watch and hear your Mistress peeing and then to consume the warm fresh urine. A definite treat.

Meanwhile, at the back of my mind a mischievous plan was being hatched. Once I had completely drained my drink I was hoping to blow back down the tube and inflate the piss pants around Mistress private parts, but had to settle with just licking my lips! I think Mistress knows this slave well enough to read my mind, because the second I heard the final slurp the flow was disconnected and I didn’t have the chance to try and inflate her.

Today, I have been subjected to extended breath play reliant wholly on my Mistresses air, had my nipples clamped and pierced and finally had the luxury of emptying Mistress Maggie's bladder down my throat. It was another truly remarkable session and I know I am owned by the most spectacular and beautiful Mistress I could ever have wished for, but I also know that in my aim to serve her every pleasure and requirement I still have a long road to travel.

Thank you Mistress.

WARNING: This 3min 52 sec breathplay clip has audio.

A Rubbery Day

‘Looking forward to a rubbery day.’ - That is all the information Mistress Maggie provided for today's session. On the one hand it seemed pretty straight forward, as Mistress knows my liking for latex, but on the other hand the possibilities were endless so I gave up trying to work out any form of rubber scenario. Oh well, I will do what I always do and trust my Mistress and go with the flow, it’s always worked well for me and I have never been disappointed in all my previous 165 sessions.

The rubbery theme got off to an absolutely spectacular start. Maggie greeted me at the Chambers door in her stunning black catsuit that fits her so perfectly, adorned with a new silver chained belt. I am always gobsmacked by the stunning beauty of my Mistress, and this spectacular yet simple ensemble ranks as one of the most stunning.

In the Playroom the rubber theme continued, starting with the lovely rubber smell. The latex covered bed had been prominently positioned in the centre of the room, while nearby, a thick rubber sleepsack was hanging idly on its hanger waiting to greet its next incumbent, me I hoped.

One stud at a time!

Mistress asked if I had my black shorts in my rubber kit bag and seemed disappointed when I said they weren’t there. I had noticed an open seam in them, so had left them at home waiting for a repair. Luckily the disappointment was short lived, because after a good rummage around in the bag I uncovered another pair, virtually identical but in charcoal rather than black. That 'foresight' was a sign of my excellent training, as worshipping Mistress requires that you are ready for anything. On this occasion I was!

Without further ado I was sent to the bathroom, quickly returning wearing my slave collar, latex socks, gloves and newly found shorts, and diving into a prostrate position at her feet I set about worshipping Maggie's shiny studded boots. As was her desire, Mistress had rationalised the worship regime and I was to concentrate my worshipping skills on the brass studs down each boot. Moving my tongue in square shapes I busily licked, kissed and cleaned each one until every stud had received equal attention.

Today Mistress left my normal butt plug on the counter, choosing an inflatable one from her own collection instead. She carefully covering it with a condom and shoved it where the sun don’t shine. There was no way of guessing where my owner was taking me, but the next move was to lie on the bed where Mistress shackled my hands to the bed-head. This could have been a wonderful development but it turned out to be quite painful. Mistress is still intent on continuing my nipple training in order to make them more playful, and after a few questions about what I had done to improve them since my last session she bent over to see how they were progressing. Her focus turned on the ‘misbehaving’ left one, which she gripped between her finger and thumb and began twisting, stretching and generally making life a little uncomfortable for it.

A beautifully cruel image of my Mistress lifting my left nipple

It was only when I started begging for mercy that she moved onto my right nipple, to demonstrate the softer delights a ‘behaving’ nipple can receive. Stretch, pinch and nasty twist etc on the left, then gentle caresses and teasing to the right one; oh the pain and pleasure Mistress can concurrently administer. Strangely, after all her pulling, which almost had me lifted by my left nipple, planting a serrated toothed clamp on my bud was almost a relief, and for a fleeting moment I actually started to enjoy that different sensation. But what a relief when Maggie announced that she had finished my nipple training for now, though not without getting that final unexpected twist in before moving on to her next interesting slave game.

It has been a while since Maggie’s stainless steel Humbler has been deployed on me, but I was sure I just received another glimpse of it as a shiny silver thing moved across my line of sight. My fears were confirmed when I heard the distinctive rattling noises of Mistress dismantling it, followed by the touch of cold steel as all of its various parts were reassembled like a Meccano kit around my cock and balls. One thing I can say for the super Humbler is that it was more relaxing having my nuts fixed in its vice like grip than having a left nipple so brutally abused.

Once the Humbler was secured, then comes the delicate bit of assuming the best position for wearing it. Oh yes! - on your knees, device at the back and do not try to stand up, that's why its called a humbler! To achieve a more uplifting and tighter fit against my thighs Mistress added a rope reign  to keep the stainless steel arms snugly in place. Thoughtful as ever towards her slaves suffering knees, Maggie casually tossed over the knee pads and suggested I might need to put them on, so it was quite an interesting predicament putting those on myself.

Just as well I did. I was instructed to kneel on all fours and with a lead attached I was taken for a very quick walk first round the Playroom, along the corridor to the bathroom, then another quick walk back to the Playroom. There the ball stretcher was adjusted until my balls were stretched far enough to make contact with the waiting spikes. The pump tube dangled through the zip of my shorts and every now and then, Maggie would give it a squeeze or two to help fill that space left vacant by my own missing plug.

I probably shouldn't say this but it is a nice experience being walked, and with the fast dashing exercises over and my balls fully stretched the walk returned to a normal pace. Maggie would stop occasionally, reign me in and have me kneel to attention with my masked face close to her thighs, so close I could feel her warmth through the two layers of latex. Definitely much better than being lifted off the bed by my left nipple!

I may be an old dog but I'm a puppy at heart when with my Mistress. Maybe I am also odd, but I genuinely enjoy being Maggie’s pet dog, even when I am walked with my balls stretched to spiking point I like being her pet. However, we are not here for slaves’ gratification and we were soon moving towards the more 'rubbery' elements of Maggie's plans. Firstly and very carefully, I had to manoeuvre into the ideal position to facilitate the removal of the humbler, then it was a simple matter of Maggie unlocking it, de-spiking my balls and using the allen key to remove the rest of the ironmongery.

I was feeling quite warm by now and after a drying down Maggie had to use quite a bit of talc to help squeeze me into my catsuit, making sure the tube from the butt plug was safely through the crotch zip. The slumbering sleep sack was finally woken ready to consume yet another very willing victim. Its jaws gaped large as Maggie guided her slave inside, legs right down to the feet, arms right into the attached mitts, zip opened at crotch for the butt plug tube, and finally the long slow pulling of the zipper enclosed her slave in a second rubber layer.

When the system mask came out it seemed that Mistress was going to keep her promise of giving me a second go at the rather heavy bondage and breathplay scene that we had to abandon a while ago, because I had a bad bout of catarrh. ‘Are you sure you are well enough to handle this mask today slave?’. A question that I could quickly and very enthusiastically confirm.

Care and attention from a very careful owner.

The bondage continued, though this time I was not given the heavy body harness, instead I had a stout  leather corset wrapped round me and Maggie was pulling really hard on all the straps to make it as tight as possible before my arms were strapped to it. My legs were bound with an ankle strap making me behave like a skittle, I could have just toppled onto the bed I suppose, but Maggie chose to help me hobble there and once safely seated the two parts of the system mask could be assembled on me.

Mistress was making absolutely certain that there would not be a repeat of last time, allowing me plenty of time to get used to breathing through its hoses. Everything was going well, except for my vision which was misting up at a rate of knots. It’s a frequent problem, gas masks are always misting up and obscuring the view of my beautiful Mistress, but this time Mistress said, ‘I’ve got something for that! Stay there, I’ll be back’. Two minutes and a couple of squirts on the inside of the lenses later, and hey presto, my vision was brilliantly restored. It whiffs a bit but the smell soon goes.

Once on the bed Mistress was getting handy with the straps again, binding up my legs with more of her leather. No choice but to lie back and like it, no way I was going anywhere. Actually I really love that feeling of total dependence and control by my Mistress, more so when I can feel the size of my butt plug increasing, just like it was now! That was my life for the next 45 minutes or so as Mistress introduced additional challenges to my already wonderful situation.

A very happy and relaxed slave.

I was left for a few moments to acclimatise to my new view of the world and to wearing the system mask before Maggie introduced aromas, gently squeezing on her hand pump and sending the intoxicating vapours into my breathing circuit. More acclimatisation to the aromas and I was quietly floating away when I sensed Maggie was readying the bubble bottle. Right next to my ear I could hear the delicate tinkle of Mistresses juice falling on plastic, the aromas were working as I could almost feel the fresh warmth of her nectar as it poured into the bubble bottle and I was made to inhale it. Only a couple of adjustments and it was travelling through the pipes and I was happily bubbling away, and yes, I could taste my Mistress as my air bubbled through her pee . . .

It is such a wonderful experience when Mistress comes fleetingly into view through the lenses, but probably the most sensual part of this confinement was the gentlest of caresses on my rubber encased body. Mistress didn't need to do this, after all I wasn't going anywhere, yet the very act of a gentle touch or a smile really sets my mind at rest, knowing I am in the safe hands of a caring Mistress and that I would do anything for this wonderful lady. . . and I could swear my butt plug just got a bit bigger!

I was pleased Maggie took the time to for me to get comfortable in the system mask and I think Maggie was too. It was the longest period I have enjoyed in this situation but all beautiful things come to a natural conclusion. The butt plug must have been enormous by the time we finished, yet it remained comfortable deep inside. I have just experienced another wonderful session with my Mistress and loved every minute of it. Even the nipping, once you survive, which I always do, leaves me with a wonderfully sensitive nipple and a reminder of my wonderfully sensitive Mistress Maggie.

Open... Wider!

The blog title has nothing whatsoever to do with the size of my butt-plugged ass, although I suspect that may happen in the future, but more to do with Mistress Maggie's new dental drill! I had been instructed to bring my red rubber apparel to the session, but to get started Mistress wanted me almost naked and sent me off to the bathroom telling me to return in my rubber socks and gloves.

The red rubber theme continued as Maggie reached into the drawer and pulled out a nice red latex hood and proceeded to zip me into it. The only other garments chosen for me were a leather chest harness and a pair of knee pads.

‘Onto the bed now slave, on your back with arms and legs wide’. It can be a wonderful feeling being strapped to the bed corners. Maggie has to lean right over to get my right hand cuffed and just as I had imagined it wasn’t too long before she did exactly that, coming in so close I could feel her warmth and smell that lovely rubbery scent emanating from her lithe body. It is one hell of a way for a slave to be gently captivated and the feelings were intensified as Mistress decided that my cock needed to join the red revolution; wound and bound it was tethered to the bed too.

It started to make more sense now why I was trussed to the bed in such a manner. Always true to her word, Mistress was to continue my nipple training and could do without her slave squirming too much as she attached the screw clamps.

Surprisingly for once, my left nipple behaved itself, allowing both clamps to be attached relatively easily and stay put. That is not to say they weren’t painful, in fact they were very painful, but by gazing at my very beautiful Mistress I was able to begin mastering the pain, turning it into a dull ache and telling myself that these nipple clamps were what she wanted, a way of making my poor nipples more pert and pleasing for her and simply a part of my training.

Mistress instructed me to get off the bed and on to my padded knees ready for a jaunt around the Playroom. ‘Hanging clamps will stretch those nipples and give them a far better workout’, she said with a smile.

Once again I rode with the pain as the reoriented clamps bit in harder, but I was coping well even when Mistress attached a lead and gave the nipple chain a little tug. The red hood was quickly changed for a black one with perforated eyes and protruding tubes at nose and mouth, which I did a good job of grunting through once the real nipple exercises began!

First, the missing butt-plug. Of course every grunting pig slave needs one and it was easily inserted, but only after I had been walked on all fours to retrieve it. A weight was then added to the chain and a few sprints round the Playroom had Mistress urging me to go faster on all fours and occasionally cropping my buttocks as encouragement.

Round and round, one end to the other, faster and faster until the right clamp finally gave up the ghost and slipped to the floor. By this time Mistress was satisfied I had passed that little test and moved the session forward by fitting me into my red catsuit. At last, fully rubbered for my Mistress, and then into the Clinic.

In no time Maggie had me comfortably secured to her operating chair. From there I heard her explanation as to what was about to happen, how I was well overdue another dental examination, which would be conducted and any necessary treatments completed by herself, but only after I had received a suitable dose of anaesthetic.

Mistress, in her charcoal operating coat donned a surgical mask and bringing out a pair of goggles insisted I wore them in preparation for the dentistry. She attached me to the Gas Station and adjusted the valves to get the aroma vapour flowing, then pressing the smooth textured anaesthesia mask over my mouth she soothed her patient with that incredibly sexy voice that she can conjure up at just the right moment. ‘Deep breaths when I say so slave’. 

Although I have worn these googles before they still create a very strange sensation. The normally bright Clinic lights take on a much more subdued green hue, and as I became quietly subdued my Mistress appeared to have a green halo and I was definitely ready for my check up.

An assortment of dental instruments were laid out on Dentist Mistress Maggie’s trolley; mirror, descaling instruments, amalgam applicator etc. I expected all of them would be used to dig and poke at me at some point, however it was an evil looking metal gag that was brought out first. As the Jennings gag was secured I am sure at the back of my mind that I heard the tinkle of laughter, not my Mistresses but some other lady in the far distance, laughing. The green goggles combined with a dose or two of really good aromas was clearly producing the strangest effects on the mind of her dental patient . . . .

Open wide... Wider!

Mistress engaged in that idle chatter that many dentists employ. A running description of what was happening and then the questions that are impossible to answer with your mouth forced wide open. Like - ‘Did your previous dentist use one of these Jennings torture devices?’ and ‘When did you last see your dentist?’

Also just like your typical dentist, Maggie seemed to understand the almost incoherent noises I was able to make, although when I quipped ‘I bite if you hurt me!’ I must not have spoken clearly enough, because Maggie’s worrying response was. ‘Ah slave, four cavities require my attention’.

Thank goodness for the rubber bib. The Jennings gag does a fine job of keeping your mouth open and preventing you swallow. One minute Maggie was working around my teeth with a tool and a mirror, the next minute my mouth tasted very minty, there was no way I could spit and I could feel the dribbles coming on.

The gag eventually came out and I could just manage to swallow before cotton pads were stuffed behind my gums and Dentist Maggie recommended more intake of her special anaesthetic.

Things started to get a little too real as Maggie moved round to my left, plugged in her drill and dived into my mouth.

I really did believe Maggie was drilling my teeth. That all too familiar sound that vibrates through your skull as the dentist touches teeth. A quiet hum then a mind blowing sound massively magnified. You feel like screaming but that is dangerous with a live drill whirring away. Maggie’s gloved hands manipulated a retractor, making way for her drill to access the offending teeth. My bottom teeth were targeted first, something more to help with the pain, then on to the top set.

‘That's it slave. All done’. And all that remained was to complete the filling. ‘Oh no’, she jinxed. ‘I’m leaving your cavities open’. A final clean up job with the suction hose and her top class dentistry was complete.

It sounds rather odd, but because Mistress was happy I was never worried about what she was doing with my teeth and gums. What I do know is that I had arranged a tooth hurty appointment and if that was how Maggie wanted to deal with her slave’s problem then I accept that. And also strange, my unfilled cavities didn't hurt at all! 

Maggie peeled back my dental bib and spent a little time on my nipples, making full sadistic use of their slightly increased size and teasing me with other things she might like to do with the dental implements she had used today.

The dental bib was rolled down a little more and my Dentists’ attention was now focussing on my cock. Taking it in her gloved hands I was told that it would look much nicer with her suction tube inserted in it and she went off to see if she could find where she had put it.

Despite the threat of sticking the suction tube up my cock, I knew it was that long sound that was making the journey and felt the results of its cool steel bumps being gently guided down my pee hole. Well lubed, my cock seemed to just suck it in. Mistress guided it, but my internal muscles just pulled and pulled. All the time Maggie was really milking me and enhanced by some very seductive talk, Mistress literally milked her slave whilst the sound was still in place. Never have I been so excited by a visit to the dentist, and although I did try to alert her it was no use and I just exploded.

As for the dentistry, Mistress Maggie whispered in my ear that it was a very good role play. The drill had not touched my teeth, the drilling sound was created by vibration on the metal probe, the amalgam was spearmint flavoured toothpaste and of course she wouldn't shove an unsterilised anything down my cock.

I have to admit the aromas and green goggles can play strange things with a slaves mind and during the operation I thought if Mistress Maggie wants this then I'm happy.

Hmm I wonder? Should I book another 2.30 appointment?

WARNING: This 3.40 minute clip of dental roleplay has audio -

Just One Kiss

Wonky knees need knee pads for what was planned.

A single kiss on her long red thigh boots was all that Mistress Maggie allowed me as worship, well at the start of the session anyhow.

I had my initial sight of Mistress in a form fitting catsuit and braided open face mask when I spied her through the semi-opaque window of her Chambers’ door, which when opened revealed my fully latex clad Goddess with a voluminous floor length skirt. Careful steps were needed as Mistress hitched up her skirt and instructed me to follow her up to The Playroom.

As we entered the room, I spied two interesting items. The first and most obvious was a tall stool positioned beneath the ceiling rose, and the second was that wonderful glass toilet box, resting with its mouth open against the far wall.

Mistress reminded me that today was International Women's Day and that I would be given the honour of really appreciating an international woman clad head to toe in sensual latex rubber, but not before I was plugged and fully rubbered in my thick black skin.

Kneeling in the position I have now become accustomed to Maggie seated herself on my back sensuously lubing up my trusty plug, then with nice, easy teasing movements and the twinkle of an eye in it went, I was plugged. With the same amount of ease I slipped into my rubber catsuit, zipped up and was ready for Mistress to add final touches to my slave uniform.

Mistress pulled a snug fitting latex hood over my head, buckled my slave collar over the top and dusted me down with a soft cloth. Guiding me in front of the Playroom mirror I could see that I had become a very sleek and highly polished rubber slave for my duties today, but there was one more part of the preliminaries to fulfil before progressing to the IWD worship. Thoughtful as ever and knowing that I would be spending a lot of time on my wonky knees, Mistress provided me with knee protectors. After all if my knees gave out I wouldn't be able to worship properly!

Maggie disappeared for a while returning later looking stunning in her gas mask and braids, producing the weirdest and strangely erotic situation for me. I could only look on in awe as she climbed up onto the waiting high stool and arranged her skirts around it, before reaching out for my attentions and began stroking my hood. Oh I do like it when she does that, the gentlest of caresses from my wonderful Mistress, and so the worship began as my lips placed a kiss on the gloved finger that had beckoned me in.

As a safety precaution I was asked to demonstrate my rope skills by securing a length of rope onto the overhead, so that Mistress could steady herself while I proceeded with my worship. Although I really love gazing at Mistresses beauty, on this IWD the thought of total devotion to a faceless beauty was so sensually stimulating and arousing. First, with Mistress facing me she gradually opened her thighs, this time no stopping at the top of the boots, I was to worship any and all of the latex areas that were within reach of my eager tongue. At times I was so close to Mistresses forbidden zone I could feel the heat through her thick red latex suit, and every time I gazed at my beautiful Mistress I saw that anonymous face inside the gas mask, but I could still gaze at those beautiful eyes.

During my worship of this truly remarkable landscape I must admit that part of my mind was intent on making sure Maggie was safe on her stool and tried to keep at least one hand on the lower rung. Not possible however when I was instructed to clean all the way round the hemline of the wonderful latex skirt Maggie wore. When spread out there must have been 4 yards of hemline to take care of, or perhaps even more. It took quite a while to busy my tongue to cover every inch, but I developed an efficient technique of stretching a length of material to concentrate on before moving along to the next few inches. It was so efficient that Maggie didn't believe me when I emerged on her left hand side and I declared 'All done!’.

Mistress could have instructed me to re-do the hem and I would have gladly completed the task again, but Mistress decided it was time to have her derrière worshipped and slowly turned round to present those wonderful orbs. There was no holding back as I licked and kissed as lovingly as I could. Maggie encouraged me to verbalise why I was in her presence on this International Women's Day, and accepted my thanks for being given some purpose by attending to her costume. As I licked and kissed between her bum cheeks my teeth landed on the through crotch sliders on the zip. Oh, how I was tempted to try to open the zip with my teeth, just a little, but with my owner being in a mood for respectful worship I thought that may be one zip too far.

I licked all over her arms and gloves and onto Mistresses breasts where there were even more tantalising zips to be found . . . once again I made sure my training was not wasted and lovingly caressed those latex covered curves with my tongue. As it is not a slaves’ place to take such initiatives the zips stayed closed.

After I had finished fawning over Mistresses rear it was my rears turn to receive attention. Mistress carefully placed a huge black condom covered dildo on the centre of the stool. Despite Maggie identifying the dildo as something I had enjoyed previously, when it was staring me right in my face it looked absolutely huge and I seriously doubted if I could accommodate such a size.

Despite the apprehension, I was excited at the prospect of being mounted by this massive monster. Just as well really, because handing me the tube of lube Maggie instructed me to grease it up and acquaint myself with the girth that was coming my way!

Mistress of course knows what my hole will accommodate and no sooner was my arse vacated of its plug she had me over the stool. I felt the tip inserted then with only gentle pressure the whole length slipped home. Mistress reinforced the fact that it was IWD by providing her slave with a long vigorous fucking. I honestly didn't know if I was coming or going to the toilet! I am sure the dildo went so far in as to gently massage my bladder.

As it happened mine was not the only bladder needing to pass water. I was quickly hooded with the latex toilet pan and shuffled underneath Maggie’s glass toilet to consume the contents of her own very full bladder.

Nipple training wasn't to be overlooked either. Last session Mistress announced that this treatment was to become a regular feature of my ongoing training, due to the introverted nature of my disappointing buds, and true to her word two clamps were tightly attached. The left one, once more proving the most difficult to tame and required three painful attempts before it was successfully attached. Anyway, two birds were killed with one stone; give my nipples something to do and Mistress something to look at while my mouth deals with the upcoming monsoon!

It’s very comfortable inside the toilet box with your head cradled in the pan, and once the lid was closed I could have drifted off to sleep. I could hear Mistress preparing herself by undoing those zips that I had thought about undoing with my teeth, and at last the lid was lifted I got the stunning view of my Mistress now devoid of her gas mask. I just lay there being incredibly grateful that I could be her toilet and looking forward to what I was about to receive.

As Maggie gently lowered herself onto the seat I was trying to work out where the flow would land so none would be wasted. Difficult because Maggie had opened the zip just enough to pee through. I waited, mouth wide open and moved to gulp the first stream. I got most of it but some trickled round my head and began accumulating in the secure fitting neck ruff. I am sure Maggie knew I was getting both a wonderful drink, a refreshing shower and a stunning view of the source of the flood, because with each fresh squirt she moved slightly altering the pee plain.

It was indeed a veritable monsoon. By the time the clouds had cleared I had drunk gallons and I seemed to be floating in a sea of spilt pee, so much so my ears were waterlogged by Maggie's fluids. Only Maggie’s muffled commands percolated down through the pee, commands that were made even more muffled as the pan lid was pushed down. A few moments later it was opened briefly again, to show Mistress wiping her delicate bits with . . . a sheet of latex toilet roll. This moistened rubber was casually discarded into her toilet and once more darkness descended as the lid was finally closed.

I emerged from the toilet flushed with the joys of receiving Mistress Maggie’s liquids, and once again knowing why my owner is a truly magnificent International Woman, but I am not convinced about the efficiency of using latex as a toilet roll!.

Vac Packed BIG Balls

Probably the nicest day so far in 2019. The sky had a few wispy clouds but was predominantly blue and the temperature soared into the mid teens. Virtually no wind and all in all a perfect day for serving my owner. Mistress Maggie prefers to choose what rubber I’m dressed in so I arrived in vanilla clothes with the single adornment of my slave collar. The winter bug which had smote me during my last visit was almost gone, just a slight sniffle going on, but nothing else to dampen my enthusiasm for the wonderful session which lay ahead.

Slowly I made my way down the road towards The Chambers dawdling for a few moments to check the time, even the traffic was benign. When the time came, I sauntered across the road carrying my perv bag and rang the doorbell. From that moment my day just got better and better as Maggie greeted me in tight latex, a narrow skirt and tight low cut bodice skimmed her curves and a most brilliant white wig framed her face, giving a stark contrast to the very dark latex and the effect was absolutely stunning.

Taking dainty steps Mistress announced her skirt was a little too tight to walk in and every few steps she stopped abruptly, ostensibly to readjust her balance before smoothing down her skirt and continuing up the stairs to The Playroom. Not a word was said but I have become aware of Maggie's mischievous tempting ways and was alert to these abrupt pauses, it would have been so easy to bump my face against those glorious orbs and the thought certainly passed my mind with each stop, but I didn't. Instead I smiled a lustful grin but kept my distance until safely in the warmth of The Playroom.

The unusually warm February day also appeared to have caught Mistresses heater on the hop. Normally Maggie has a wonderful ambiance in the room but today in an attempt to warm up the rubber for the session the temperature had become a little too warm for comfort, hobbling over to the corner Maggie slammed the dial down and soon the heat would be under control. The time gave me opportunity to check out the goodies that had been laid out, the most prominent being the vacbed. It had been a while since I’d been incarcerated inside it and it looked like it was going to be another of those lucky days! I also spied the wonderful thin red latex suit that Maggie had designed and created herself; loose fitting and incredibly comfortable to wear. Oh boy, with the vacbed and the special suit, was this latex loving slave in for a real treat or what?

Alternate use of the Medical Drape - Suffocation!

First though I was asked for a full report on my health following my very poor performance in the previous session. I knew I had disappointed Maggie with my stupidity and had managed to contravene two cardinal rules in the process. I’d over exaggerating my plight by saying ‘I’m dying’ and had failed to observe Rule 17 - slave must endeavour to keep Mistress enlightened at all times.

Though there was no threat of physical punishment I could see how disappointed she was with me by the look in her eyes as she recounted what had happened. The hardest part was the calm chastisement that Mistress gave for my actions; a punishment that will stay with me far longer than any cane marks, electrical torture or other form of retribution which I might deserve. Put simply, after 159 sessions I really should have known better. I am also fortunate that Mistress does not bear any form of a grudge (I hope) and once I had reassured her that I was determined not to make the same mistakes again we quickly progressed to the meat of today's session.

I was stood to attention gazing at my beautiful Mistress as she gently reached inside her bodice and with that silky smooth whisper said ‘I have something for you slave’. A length of black 'pothole' tights emerged. ‘From a a brand new pair, just for you', she declared. Then taking the red latex suit in one hand and leading her slave with the other I was escorted to the Clinic.

Parallel infusions - one each side of the ballsac

After teasing me with what else may be inside that tight bodice - as if I didn't know, the catsuit in a very appropriate ‘clinic red’ was handed over to me so I could prepare myself for the operation ahead. As I carefully began dressing it started to dawn on me what was likely to happen next because I spied two bags of saline solution hanging idly from the IV stand. Maggie progressed to helping me with the zippers, arranging them so I could bend to have an inflatable butt plug inserted and my genitals were left exposed, otherwise I was fully covered in latex and feeling wonderful.

I was helped onto the waiting couch, settled in and given that rather nice white latex hood before finally being strapped down to await the infusion. There really wasn’t much I could do now, but if I tried really hard I was just able to move my left hand to stroke Mistresses bottom whenever it came within range, which happened on all too few occasions.

The next stage was truly delightful - one might say the calm before the storm. Mistress took a good handful of cocoa butter and methodically massaged it all over the scrotal area to make it more soft and pliable. Lying there relaxing as this most beautiful woman plays with your balls is idyllic.

Mistress clearly had some high spirits to get rid of before the serious work of the scrotal infusion, and once finished massaging me she promptly placed the plastic sheet intended for surrounding my operation site over my head, stretching it over my face and smothered me with it. For those few minutes I just lay there enjoying the smothering and inhaling the glorious plastic smell that exudes from it. After that I found out what the pothole tights were for, on previous occasions when Mistress has inflated my ball sac it was left to expand at its own rate, but on this occasion Maggie carefully fixed the piece of stocking over my cock and balls to add restriction as the ball sac expanded. Hmm, that should prove interesting.

Nipple extension at the same time as scrotal inflation. Excellent!

The cannulas were now being expertly inserted, one per side due to the potential litre payload. Sterile tubes were being removed from their packaging and being thoroughly checked for kinks. Once satisfied Mistress allowed the saline to flow, clearing the lines of any unwelcome bubbles before attaching them to her slave. A procedure so gentle I barely notice the infusion and the most pain I felt was a tiny prick as the needles went in. From my strapped down position the drip feed was visible and everything appeared to be running smoothly, though the drip rate to the right ball was comparatively slower resulting in a new cannula being fitted to rectify the issue.

It takes quite a while for the full infusion, and rather than idle away the time Maggie had decided that remedial work would be undertaken on my recalcitrant nipples. They’ve been particularly unhelpful recently, particularly the left one, and Mistress was about to begin her campaign to make them more grabable!. A few lungfuls of relaxing aromas came my way and then I felt the first dollop of lube being applied to my nipples. ‘This will ensure a good airtight grip slave’, then using circular motions Maggie massaged it in and applied one of her large size vac pumps to each nipple.

Pothole tights create the final masterpiece of control.

Just three slow pumps and those pumps were sucking up a lot more than just a nipple! I probably shouldn't say this but it was an almost enjoyable experience due to the aromas. I was totally nonplussed, however, to demonstrate the pleasures and pains that can be created by nipples Maggie freed hers from the confines of her tight bodice and rather erotically held them for her captured slaves’ frustrated admiration.

Mistress had more work planned and inspecting the saline bags and how full her pothole tights had become she concluded that 750ml was about right for the effect she wished to achieve. I think she was rather pleased with the aesthetics because she kept gently stroking my ball sac, whereas I was definitely pleased that my beautiful Mistress was gently stroking my ball sac and it had nothing to do with aesthetics!

As an aside, another of those impromptu amusing moments occurred as Maggie removed the sterile drape. It had gone on alright but due to my extraordinary ball size she had to resort to bringing out her scissors and cutting it off. No, not my cock or balls, that would be a waste of good saline, but the single use drape!

Moving swiftly on, I was instructed to carefully dismount from the couch and bend over to have my butt plug deflated, out it came and an electrode was wired up and shoved up my now vacant rear. Holding the leads out of the way we made our way back to The Playroom where I was divested of the thin red operating suit. Once again I mustn’t damage it so followed Mistress’ instructions, as I always do. Once in the warmth Maggie passed me a large towel so I could thoroughly dry myself, and for the first time I could really enjoy the unusual feeling of my heavyweight balls, still encased in Maggie’s restricting tights. A few puffs of talc and I was ready to climb inside the vacbed.

A well defined, vac-packed inflated ballsac

The vacbed is side entry, an ample size for a porky slave like me to scramble into and take my position under the breathing hole. Because of my recent throat problems Mistress thoughtfully provided a neck cushion to raise my head a little, with an anaesthetic mask and tube strapped to my head I was soon settled down to what promised to be a most interesting and spectacular finale, starting with Maggie actually climbing inside the bag. Well, half of her, so she could attach sticky electro pads on me, two rows of pads were attached, eight in all, starting adjacent to my inflated balls and ending halfway up my chest.

With so many wires I must have looked like a telephone exchange, but Maggie managed to bundle them all up neatly, connecting them to the corresponding controls on the outside of the bag and tested them out. ‘Are you receiving slave? Are you receiving?’ 

Then the real fun started. The air inside the bed was pumped out and Maggie left the pump running to maintain the strong vacuum resulting in my total immobilisation. On went the anal electrode. That was quite pleasant and 'tingly' on its own even when raised to quite a high level, but what really started me gyrating were the two rows of chest electrodes, each independently controlled and not quite synchronised. First a pulse, pulse, tingle, throb on the left side followed closely by a pulse, pulse, tingle throb on the right side to be repeated at frequent, regular intervals. All automatic of course apart from Mistress occasionally turning up the volume until all eight pads reached an eventual high at level 14. By this time, I was hopping about inside the vacbed and getting quite excited, all helped by snorts of aroma through the aroma pump hose that Maggie had rigged up to my only air source, and the sensual touches of her hands as she stroked me through my tight latex covering.

WARNING: This 70 second clip of my pulsating vac bed experience has audio:-

Unknown to me, Maggie was intent on bringing me to climax today, her Hitachi being her weapon of choice. There was absolutely nothing I could do or wanted to do to prevent the inevitable. This time the forced climax was like no other I had experienced. My balls were massively inflated and by now my cock shaft was inflated as well, the ejaculation seemed to go on for ever. Normally it fires out and is over relatively swiftly, but today because of the restrictions the pleasure lasted so much longer.

I think Mistress was pleased with the results of today's training because as I was leaning over the bath helping Maggie clean up, a hand reached in from behind and was ’tossing’ and ’weighing' my balls as you might assess oranges, or pears in a supermarket. I certainly wasn't complaining at that extra fondle!

And finally, I do enjoy having massive inflated balls, it’s quite an experience to handle them, but fortunately or unfortunately after 24 hours they do return to almost normal leaving me with the desire for another trip to Mistress Maggie’s enticing domain.

Winter Sucks!

Winter sucks. Not because of the cold, Mistress Maggie as always had been very thoughtful towards her slaves comfort and had The Playroom heated to a very pleasant temperature. Nor because of the wet and snow, Mistress provided me with the most wonderful climate inside several layers of latex that are available in her Chambers. Nor because of the dark evenings, I’ve been made to spend many a happy hour bound up in thick latex accompanied by an effective blindfold. No, winter sucks because of the bugs and infections that increasingly affect me as I get older, particularly as happened today, those nasty little blighter's that result in catarrh. This objectionable condition can cause havoc with a good training session, more so when lying flat and still. In fact that very bug is what has delayed completion of this blog by more than a week!

The strange thing is that when not lying down I feel fine, the mucus drains away and I can cope with anything, even the severe attack of nipple torture I was given that made Mistress laugh, along with a little annoyance when my inverted left nipple refused to accept her screw-on nipple electrode. No, the worst thing was that catarrh caused me to perform badly, leaving my Mistress a little deflated.

I felt 98% in excellent health as I sauntered towards the Playrooms. That increased to 99% when I got the feint glimmer of a very beautiful latex clad goddess through the small window in the front door and, wow! - when Maggie opened the door and ushered me in I felt over the moon, and definitely 100% up for another excellent session where I knew I would please my Mistress. What a beautiful, black latex outfit. A beautiful flowing skirt that swirled like a Flamenco dancer as she moved, a wonderful black basque that showed off her beautiful body to perfection and a prominent wide waisted corset belt. No tights, so her stunning white alabaster legs were in stark contrast to the latex that swirled around them and the leather boots that perfectly complemented her outfit.

My service to Mistress began with a lengthy spell of kissing, licking and fondly caressing her boots, but woe betide if you stray from the leather of the boot top onto that luxury alabaster white thigh. It was oh so tempting and so close that I could feel the warmth of Maggie's thighs on my forehead, but I am by now too well trained to risk the wrath of my owner. The occasional flick of Maggie’s butterfly crop was enough to keep her slaves' attention and perhaps pre-empt the thoughts of straying!

As it was time for my butt plug and slave hood Mistress had me kneeling. Knees very wide apart, head down on the Playroom rug she straddled my back, then facing towards my backside began her ritual oiling of the orifice and plug, gently and firmly easing the plug inside me where it would remain for the rest of the session.

Since my last session I had given my catsuit some special cleaning attention and had managed to make it nice and shiny, it had been laid out on the bed and by now was nice and warm, but when Maggie picked it up to help dress her slave she spotted that the polish I’d applied had made the latex very sticky and offered her advice. ‘Wash this polish off when you get home slave and stick with the Mr Sheen’.

Electro nipple clamps

Unfazed, Mistress produced an alternative catsuit which unlike mine had entry zips on the shoulders. I must admit it had been a while since I’d had the privilege of wearing this suit and it still fitted me well, perhaps a little more shaking and stretching to get it aligning with my contours, but once inside it feels simply wonderful.

So far so good. I was feeling good in my rubberised state and ready to be a toy for Maggie’s amusement.

Seated on the edge of the rubber bed I was directly under the ceiling rose and suspension ring. Maggie was going to be making use of the ring, and once she had my hands inflated in a pair of pump-up mitts she made sure they were even more useless by hooking them to it. My hands would be playing no part in the next part of her well executed plan, a shame really as I didn't even get chance to sneak a gentle stroke across Mistress’ latex derrière. Being secured up out of the way they made my chest an easy target for her torments and Maggie’s electric nipple clamps were brought out to play.

The photo really camouflages the problems my left nipple was causing. The right nipple clamp fixed and stayed put for all my electrifying experience, whereas, the left one had other intentions; any clamp deployed on it would only be allowed with a 90 second permit! Enough though for Mistress to apply a little tingle which caused an involuntary jerk (good definition of this slave) which caused the nipple to shed its clamp. Try as she might the pathetic nipple was determined not to play and was deemed unworthy of her stimulating attention. More time electrocuting the right one then!

What a glorious sight to a latex freak -  A beautiful latex Mistress

Tiring of tortured nipples Mistress inserted me into yet more rubber in the form of the heavy rubber bondage suit; an all over thick rubber covering with arms that end in reinforced latex mittens. To make matters worse, or better for a rubber bondage freak like me, Maggie attached the stoutest of her harnesses and buckled my upper and lower arms to my sides before allowing me the pleasure of the system mask. I must be getting more accustomed to this beautiful mask as there were no hitches zipping it on, and more importantly I had no adverse effects from snuggling down in it on the latex bed.

By now I was completely buried in latex, even my eyes rested behind the perspex lenses of the mask meaning I could see my beautiful Mistress as she gradually attached the two breathing hoses at either side of my rubbered face. At this stage I was floating in a sea of desire enhanced by some lustful thoughts! Only thoughts, because in my trussed condition all I could do was gyrate my groin against the layers of latex. Not enough to generate relief, and with the beautiful vision of my Mistress only inches away I had to stay delightfully frustrated. To add a little more control Mistress strapped my legs together, just to let me know she was in charge!

The first and then the second of my crotch zips were opened, letting a little cool air pass over my aching cock and balls before a cock sheath was tightly stretched over my member and the zips pulled up again, leaving me even more heavily covered in that heavenly material.

Two corrugated hoses were attached to my breath source, to the right came something to obscure my already lustful thoughts; one of the new generation of aroma pumps. And to the left Mistress’ chosen alternative to fresh air; a large bubble bottle of her personal liquid waste. Mistress announced she had been collecting her piss for a whole day and that I should savour her flavour whilst breathing deeply. And that was to be my whole life for now. Totally rubber enclosed, not going anywhere, and a beautiful woman in TOTAL control of my breathing and senses.

Mistress squeezed her hand pump, sending a few doses of the intoxicating aromas my way before moving around to my other side to attach me to the sweet scent of her delicious pee.

The bubble bottle wasn't airtight straight away and not bubbling as it should be, so Mistress did a quick reconnection and soon had the air leak solved and all bubbling away nicely. But sadly during those extra few minutes the nagging cold and catarrh surfaced, taking their toll on my resolve for the first time in what otherwise was a perfect rubber session that I would have loved to endure for many hours.

Then it went dark; Mistress making me realise exactly how dependant on her I had become. She controlled my breathing, my movement and now my sight. For me dependence on my Mistress is a truly liberating experience.

I knew there was something wrong, as despite the comfort of the system mask it was now starting to feel heavy on my windpipe and I was starting to struggle with breathing. Normally I love struggling with breathing but now I couldn't see a way back, because even without the mask my windpipe would be causing an issue.

Mistress had already noticed the signs and quietly asked if I was struggling and would I like the system mask removed? I am really fortunate that Mistress really does understand her slaves and after another couple of difficult breaths I asked if it could be replaced. I never want our sessions to end and consequently thought a different mask would be the best answer and would keep Maggie cheerful. The tusk mask was fitted and I returned to breathing more easily for a while and partaking in more sniffs of that rather pleasant aroma. Mistress even treated me to some ball tingling electrostim as I lay there quite relaxed, but that winter bug wouldn't give in and once again I felt my throat starting to fill up.

Though I know that I should have mentioned my problems I stuck it out for as long as I could, because I really did not want to upset Mistresses plans. I know she derives a lot of pleasure from our heavy rubber sessions, especially when all her meticulously planned ideas come together.

I was pleased when Mistress offered me a drink. She detached the bubble bottle containing her piss and inserted the drinking straw from the tusk mask. I had been religiously holding the tube in my mouth since I was installed in the mask and this could be my saviour. A nice long drink of Mistresses nectar was bound to revive her flagging slave, except the straw had kinked somehow and no matter how hard I sucked the magic potion just would not arrive!

Without her special medicine I thought all was lost. Shamefully, for the first time ever I over exaggerated my condition to my Mistress. ‘I’m dying’, I muttered.

I wasn't of course but Mistress takes no chances with the health of her slaves. Starting with headgear first I was methodically and swiftly extracted from the confines of the rubber sheet, harness, bondage sack and catsuit that I was wearing. As I lay there on the Playroom bed quietly cooling down I felt so ashamed that I had thought to exaggerate my discomfort beyond all reason, making my Mistress and friend unnecessarily anxious.

I knew I had seriously let my Mistress down and as a result I had failed in my primary mission to make Mistress Maggie happy. I tried to make amends with helping tidy away afterwards, but how can that be enough? For putting up with me she deserves a whole lot more than that. Damn those winter bugs and yes, winter really does SUCK!

I'm Too Fat - Official!

Mistress Maggie has decreed that I, one of her most loyal slaves, is too fat and once that Royal decree has been pronounced something has to be done about it, therefore -

‘Rubber nurse will be in attendance and she has a remedy which will help improve your waistline’.

Unlike Trump, this important announcement was not delivered via a tweet from Maggie, but via the call up e-mail for my 147th training session, a far more dignified and refined method of delivering bad news and, of course, far more personal.

Today was definitely a tale of two sessions. The first part, conducted in The Playroom, was not my finest hour as I know I did not please Mistress as she wished. That is not to say there weren't really high points during the first half, but I let Mistress down and I do not like having to admit that.

The preliminaries though went perfectly well; much delicious worship of Maggie’s patent knee boots, my butt plug installed without a hitch and my latex catsuit and hood glided on with no problems at all. I also delighted in being told I must wear Maggie's new Belgian gas mask, a full face mask that fitted excellently over my inner helmet. I know Mistress likes neat and tidy so the visible mask straps were a bit annoying, but with a big smile Mistress warned me that she’d be getting much more pleasure from it later.

Then the real high occurred when Mistress hung me from the ceiling in the heavy suspension harness. I had struggled with balance the last time I used it, so this time I clasped the overhead, lifted my legs off the ground and ‘et voila’ I was swinging nicely. It was then an easy task for Maggie to hitch my legs up out of the way on a spreader bar, and the position made my cock and balls very exposed and vulnerable. My breathing suddenly began to feel a little different; Mistress had attached a long hose and dildo to my gas mask and declared that I was ready for her game of ’pleasure and pain’.

Hmm, it was likely to be me that would be receiving the pain part, because I knew I was in trouble for foolishly attempting to demonstrate my devotion to Mistress in Latin.

I had translated my oath to Mistress: ‘I promise . . . to willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question’. I had tried to be entertaining in one of our email exchanges and I had translated that to Latin, not checking that when my oath is translated back from Latin to English it returns gobbledygook! Try it and see, but I suggest you don’t try the same with Maggie as my mistake earned my balls one almighty punishment.

Swinging quite happily and gazing at my beautiful owner through the full face mask I could see everything, including the arc of her crop as it approached my cock and balls and gave them a hard smack. After each stroke with her cruel crop Maggie used her dildo, cutting off my air supply as I watched her pleasure herself and that is how her pleasure and pain game progressed.

Of course when you can see the next crop stroke coming towards you the natural instinct is to flinch, and that was my downfall. As the little hand at the end of the crop descended yet again, I twitched. In fact I struggled and I managed to get the blow right on the end of my cock. That really hurt and I should have heeded the warning to stop struggling, I was struggling for air too as the dildo was being sunk deeper inside Mistress by now.

Two strokes later I made the same stupid mistake, flinching at exactly the wrong moment made the crop connect with my balls and that really took my breath away. Nothing Maggie could have done; all my own fault; I will do better next time BUT right now I was only able to slump in the harness.

I hadn't realised just how out of breath that blow had left me until Mistress tried to pleasure herself again. Being the perfect Mistress she quickly realised I was in trouble and eased me down from the suspension, allowing me and my battered balls time to recover. That didn't take long but I could clearly see through the Belgian mask that I had disappointed the very person I try to impress, and I was determined that I would not do it again in the second part of the session which would be taking place in The Clinic.

Off came the mask and thick suit, on went the rather nice, and initially quite cool operating gown and anaesthesia hood and I was strapped down ready for part two, the waist reduction exercise.

As an aside, that rear fastening operating gown is so smooth and glides wonderfully over your skin, it also allows easy access for Mistress to perform her operations.

‘Right slave time to make that waist a little more attractive’.

Maggie set the couch at a good working height and was standing ready with her blue medical gloves on. Even through the heady smell of the medicinal aromas, I detected the 'taste' of the familiar antiseptic cleaning fluid being carefully and generously applied to the area to be operated on.

Of course, with the couch being flat I couldn't see what was happening down at chest level and in view of my earlier disappointments for Mistress, I vouched I’d lay absolutely still, but I could feel what appeared to be a series of marks being symmetrically placed either side of the breast bone.

As I said, my Mistress likes things neat and tidy and after first tidying my balls with a snug tourniquet she covered my lower body with a green latex modesty sheet. Both the sheet and ball control are experiences not to by missed by any fortunate slave!

Then slowly, methodically and very gently, Mistress started to apply her many needles. I lost count after a dozen, but who was counting? Helped by the relaxing aromas and by my determination not to disappoint Mistress again, I lay motionless. Whether it is Maggie's expertise or the aromas or a combination of the two, I barely felt anything more than a tiny pin-prick as each needle was stitched in place.

Perfectionist that she is, Maggie applied silvery needle ends to prevent accidental jabs and improve the look. When Mistress had finally completed her needlepoint to her satisfaction I was treated to the most wonderful smile through the black latex mask, accompanied by a few more puffs of aromas in preparation for the next part. Obviously Maggie couldn't administer aromas during the operation, but that first puff and radiant smile had me once again floating and ready for absolutely anything, while the ‘Well done slave’, was music to my ears after my earlier failings.

Then a little light banter where Mistress was teasing me with the colour of ribbon she intended to use to lace and tighten my corset. I quipped pink ribbon definitely would look inappropriate and she pondered for a while on that thought, I really must learn to keep my mouth shut. However, it was a long black leather thong that was retrieved for the job, a good reliable choice, strong enough to hold my flab in.

A few more squeezes of the aroma bulb, a final check that I was OK and once more Mistress disappeared from view to begin lacing up my corset. Like a boot, the leather lace was gradually and loosely wrapped round each of he corset 'eyes' and finished with a knot. Maggie appeared very satisfied with the corset and spent some time having fun pulling at the laces.

I had noticed a shiny steel stretching device by the window when I’d entered the Clinic, Maggie had intended to deploy it on my balls for her added amusement, though in light of what had happened earlier she decided they’d had enough battering for one day and my balls would be stretched on another occasion.

Instead, Maggie would be tormenting my nipples and a large dollop of lube soon landed on one of them, closely followed by a tiny suction pump that seemed keen to suck the nipple up. Maggie was not content with the results and applied a larger suction pump over the top of it and that began sucking on the surrounding area, my other nipple was soon receiving exactly the same treatment. Surprisingly the pumps caused no discomfort, in fact through the aroma induced state I was floating in they did feel rather pleasant. Another one of those 'shouldn't have said that' comments!

I think I managed to relieve some of the disappointment that I had inflicted on Mistress in the first part of the session, she said the corset looked fabulous. High praise indeed, although all I provided was a very still and willing piece of meat on which Maggie was able to weave her magic. There was still one final thing to reinforce who is in charge, and I must say a most enjoyable climax to the session. The latex modesty sheet was folded down. ’ . . . At the count of three slave. . . One. Two . . . ‘, I managed two and a half but I am certain Maggie deliberately introduced a long pause between two and three just to finally tease her slave.

I loved the concept of being the corset rather than wearing one. I was also pleased with the suspension and will discuss a few things with Mistress that may improve the situation from her perspective. I loved the freedom and visibility of the new Belgian gas mask, and have learnt never to use Google to translate English into Latin if I want to hold on to my balls!

34 needles by the way. Mistress Maggie was counting.