Beautiful Autumn Colours

I knew that Mistress Maggie may be taking me out for a walk, because her calling email arrived at the start of the week, asking if I could attend an hour earlier. 

‘Slave, you may need to attend earlier than usual this Friday if you are able, so we can take advantage of the daylight, having some fun taking outdoor photos in latex with Autumnal setting…’

What a question. Of course I replied in the affirmative, but I would have been ready to start there and then! This was the Monday preceding our Friday appointment giving me a whole four extra days to get excited, I even managed to do some private latex wearing, although it is never as good as being with Mistress. 

What a beautiful location for worshipping a beautiful woman.
That is the upturned bucket hat Maggie is sitting on.
Lucky bucket!

I have very fond memories of our earlier excursion to the woods and wondered if it would be the same venue as our previous outing. Last time it was spring and the woodland was in pristine green, whereas this week was well into autumn. When I arrived at the Chambers, Mistress soon revealed the mystery of her secret venue, and yes we would be returning to the same woodland. Yippee! The new Covid formalities that have become the norm were quickly completed. Yes I had remembered my mask. Yes I had completed a negative RLFT that morning. Yes I passed Maggie's temperature test and finally gave my hands a good sanitise. I was a little early, about three minutes, but Mistress was superbly dressed in her all black latex ensemble and ready to welcome me in.

We would be going to the woods in my vehicle so I had parked close to the chambers to ensure that Mistress didn't have too far to walk. It was only fair because of all the hard work and planning she invests in her slaves, on this occasion she had drawn a story board which quickly educated me on the three main shots she wished to capture, and we spent a few moments going over her plans: slave to concentrate on his deportment, maintain a proud and upright stature, not to get too close...  and the remainder just flowed in and around me as I was drawn repeatedly back to how ravishing my Mistress was with the heat of the latex radiating from her absolutely stunning outfit.

Mistress then helped me to get dressed for our little trip. In my last session we had learned that by being more careful donning my latex catsuit I should be able to achieve a perfect fit, spending a little more time pulling it up properly and easing the crotch area into my crotch did the trick and I was already halfway to being a decent looking rubber chauffeur for Maggie. Did I detect a little linger by Maggie as she polished off the few smears of talc? Perhaps. For once, latex socks were not allowed, as it is not at all easy to get into my Hunter boots wearing those. Speaking of which, Mistress taped over the boot logo so as not to detract from the overall appearance, and after checking her supply bucket had all the props we needed in it we donned our coats and we were off.

A quick rubber glove over the hose soon had me gasping and
begging for air as Maggie teased me with some outdoor breath play!

The short drive to our location was uneventful, unlike the final short walk to the glade which did have its moments. I had put my wellies on when we alighted from the car whereas Mistress kept her trainers on; a very sensible precaution as her thigh boots could have ended up in a right sludgy mess. As we walked, me carrying the bucket and tripod and Maggie carrying the camera, our chosen path went through what can only be described as a quagmire. My boots were fine but as Maggie made her way gingerly across, her foot sunk into the mud and as she extricated it, off came the trainer! I quickly grabbed the camera as somehow Maggie managed to hop out of the quagmire and lean over to fish out the errant shoe. Luckily that was the end of the problems and a few yards further on we arrived at the perfect location.

In hindsight that little bog effectively ruled out any casual walkers, which meant we didn't see a soul throughout the shoot. It was a really marvellous location. The floor was carpeted with a dappled covering of leaves with all the autumnal colours, while not all of the leaves had fallen yet leaving some added interest in the trees. One thing noticeable from our previous outing here was the traffic noise. With the trees heavily covered in leaves all external sound was deadened on our last visit, whereas today the noise from the nearby fast road was certainly audible. 

Under Maggie’s expert direction I was soon walking on a lead, devoting myself to her thigh length boots and being starved of air in a breath control scene, the three outlined scenarios had been covered and Maggie was happy with her photos and videos. Looking at the pictures I think that if I am fortunate enough to be considered a suitable model again, I will suggest to Mistress an open faced mask under the gas mask, so we don't have to see any of this useless slaves rather large neckline.

Breathe deeply slave

Unfortunately it was time to leave, everything was tidied away back into the handy bucket, and we donned our coats which I had hung on a convenient branch. Making our way back to my car, this time being very cautious when traversing the bog, we did see a couple of people on another path, but after a cheery hello no one took any notice. Not that I would blame them if they did, after all Maggie looked a vision in her pale padded coat, all snug in her pulled up fur lined hood, with her latex hood framed perfectly inside it: she looked absolutely wonderful.

A quick coffee was eagerly consumed back at the Chambers before Mistress announced, ‘Upstairs slave. I have unfinished business.’ Mistress said that she had not been to the toilet all afternoon and she wasn't going to waste an opportunity, now was the time and she would be feeding her toilet slave. I was allowed a little more latex now and had to put on my rubber socks, Mistress then fitted me with a latex face mask with eye holes and a nice wide mouth hole, before being ordered under the toilet box to wait for my desserts. 

That’s one quite amusing situation to find yourself in! With a little craning of the neck I can just peep over the rim of the toilet, I’m sure Mistress must get a hugely amusing view just seeing the top of a latex head straining to see out of the toilet. I digress. I could just catch a glimpse of Mistress pouring some aromas onto a waiting towel then placing the aroma soaked portion over my nose whilst leaving the remainder trailing out of the pan and over the seat. Maggie closed the toilet lid and there I lay, very comfortable in the latex neck ruff and breathing in the heady aromas scent. I don't know what it is about aromas but I was getting more relaxed yet more excited about what was about to be delivered with every intake of breath.

Drink deeply slave!

Left in semi darkness, gently breathing, getting more aroused and contemplating what a marvellous afternoon I had already experienced, I heard the almost silent swish of a zip and hoped that was Mistress preparing to deliver a very welcome drink. The aromas had really worked and I was ready and eager for a thirst quenching drink, or for that matter, ready and willing for anything that could possibly please Mistress.

As it happened I didn't have long to wait until I was able to admire the beautiful view as darkness descended and Maggie took a seat above me. Mistress has a remarkable ability of regulating her flow so that it doesn't overwhelm her subject, what isn't predictable is the precise angle the nectar will be delivered. There the slave has to look and make lightening fast adjustments if he is to catch as much as he can, I am quite adept at this but not yet perfect, and occasionally I get a good dollop that seeps inside my hood and settles at the back of my head. I mention this because Mistress got quite a moist surprise when it came to removing my hood later, and I think it is my slave duty to make it my policy to warn her in future.

Remaining in my catsuit it was now time for some confining latex bondage. Maggie was searching through the huge selection of hoods that she keeps in her hood drawer, eventually finding the one she was looking for; an unusual looking hood with perforated eyes and rather a lot of tubes, two of which were inserted up my nose. She then worked hard to get me encased in her new latex bondage sack. I had seen this previously when Maggie took delivery of it before the Covid outbreak, it was designed to be neck entry, no zips and capable of being used as a vac sac. We both agreed at the time that there was no way I could get into the neck opening no matter how stretchy, and neither would her other mature rubberists. During lockdown Maggie had taken time to put a back zip in it, even with the zip fully opened it was a tight squeeze to get me in, but with a lot of pushing and pulling the zipper could finally be pulled right to the top and there I stood precariously balancing inside the tight bag. Maggie had me hop backwards towards the cage door, where a leather strap tethering me to the bars soon resolved any problems of slave instability.

Stand to attention slave, and don't play with yourself!

Because my rubber layers were relatively flexible I was able to surreptitiously slide my hands to the front when Mistress wasn't looking, but it was no good, my suit fits so well and is so snug that all I could achieve was an unproductive rub of my cock through the thick latex. I am not sure if Mistress knew I was trying to pleasure myself. Well, she will now!

Nothing else I could do after that except accept my double rubbered situation and watch through the perforations as Maggie relaxed on the bed. She is an absolutely mesmerising sight and I was quite happy just getting the occasional glimpse. However, tranquillity was soon shattered when Mistress, perhaps inspired by my alien appearance, had a desire for some entertainment and insisted that I recite Vogon poetry to her. That request totally flummoxed me and Mistress Maggie has posted on her Twitter feed some of the worst poetry you could ever imagine, courtesy of yours truly!

I was embarrassed at my complete inability to create any form of poetry, but thinking back that is probably the purpose of Vogon poetry? I even managed a Vogon song. On the positive side, the singing and poetry were SO bad that it made Mistress laugh - that was worth ALL the embarrassing poetry a captive slave could babble.

However, when I arrived home, the creative and poetic juices were still flowing without the delicious distractions of my beautiful Mistress doing her best to get her slave tied up in knots, and I came up with the following Vogon ditty -

Mistress has a faithful slave 

Its name is last-hole jo

And every where that Maggie goes

Her slave is sure to follow, close behind

I had a fabulous trip out into the wilderness; a fantastic, long and refreshing drink and time in a tight latex body bag. All in all another wonderful experience and what a day for fireworks!

Thunder and Rain

I had the unexpected luxury of knowing a week in advance that Mistress Maggie would be allowing me to accompany her on a trip away from the Chambers. Mistress did offer an alternate date as the Chambers were undergoing some structural improvements, or we could go out and about. That really was a no brainer - what, miss the opportunity of being out and about with a most beautiful woman? Not a chance.

Maggie mentioned that she had checked the ten day weather forecast which had indicated heavy rain towards the end of the week, so an outing in stormy weather looked like it may be on the cards. No destination as yet, that would depend on the conditions on the day, but the prospect of a day out in our wet weather gear was looking enticingly feasible.

A large image of a very beautiful, sexy and rubber coated Mistress

My whole week was spent looking at weather forecasts for Friday and getting progressively more excited about where my Mistress would take her very loyal slave. Perhaps a trip to Blackpool or one of the local secluded wooded areas, a trip over the Pennines (unlikely if a heavy downpour was forecast) or most likely a trip to another favourite spot on the Fylde.

I was kept on tenterhooks until Thursday night when Mistress sent me my calling mail, informing me that, ‘… you can take me on a trip to St. Annes, have a wander round the pier and catch lunch at the cafe on the pier…’

The forecast was now predicting sunshine and showers and as you can see from this wonderful picture of Mistress, the afternoon started with the sunshine.

I was also instructed to, ‘… bring your rubber coat, boots and hat (which I haven’t seen yet!). With chance a few photos may be possible in our rubber coats…’

Despite being sunny when we arrived, we put on our rubber coats and went for a saunter along the front without a care in the world, stopping for a reconnoitre for possible photo opportunities. A few family groups were out enjoying themselves on the beach, but expecting that the beach would empty when the rain came down we hoped to return later and head down onto the sand. Continuing on we arrived at the Les Dawson statue where a lady commented that I looked like 'the man himself ' and a few photos were taken of Mistress, Mr Dawson and myself. The strong sunlight and shadows would be disappearing shortly in a flash.

Adjourning to the pier head cafe I treated Mistress to a coffee and sandwich lunch. I can recommend the cafe by the way, and can personally vouch that their beef and onion sandwiches are excellent value. It was not the first time we have eaten at the cafe and the staff barely give a second glance to the two rubber coated friends, as once again we took up residence at a corner table talking and smiling in quiet tones.

Still privately begging for wet weather, I must admit to being a little disappointed with the beautiful sunlight as we stepped outside after lunch, however, as we slowly walked on leaving the cafe behind my spirits began to brighten, roughly proportional to the deterioration in the weather. There was a rumble or two of thunder in the distance and the prospects of being able to enjoy our waterproof clothing improved. Maggie said we should head back to the car, where following another rumble of thunder I was instructed to put on my wellies and hat because we may well need them!

In the distance we could see and hear the weather front closing in on us. One minute you could see right across the Ribble towards Hesketh Bank and the next moment the whole vista was obliterated as the grey rain cloud descended and continued to march in our direction. By now the beach was devoid of people and as the rain arrived we set off across the bare sand sensibly heading for the shelter of the pier.

As Maggie attempted to set up her camera a couple of curious lads who had taken refuge from the deluge came for a chat. ‘Are you professional photographers? - No? - You look really cool’. They politely explained that they were college students and raising their cameras asked if they could take a couple of pictures. Mistress agreed, they were happy and dashed off for a more waterproof location.

We were then alone, and snug in our rubber waterproofs it was our turn to have fun on the beach. Maggie was hoping to shoot some video but we started with a few photo stills to check that the camera actually worked when saturated with rain!. I love this shot because it shows both our wet weather gears and Maggie now has a picture of my hat! It was surreal being allowed to stand so close and watch the rain bounce off Mistresses rather sexy rain hat and occasionally trickle down that beautiful face... It also gives some idea of how wet the weather had become but no indication as to the odd rumble of thunder.

WARNING: This 32 second clip has audio.

Mistress gave me directions outlining how she wanted her shoot to progress... ‘We will walk in from the left of shot... keep your distance etc ….’ As the video began rolling I had a lead snapped on my collar and we set off in the pouring rain.

We walked off at an angle on course for coming into shot walking towards the camera. We walked quite some distance and even repeated the journey a couple of times until Maggie thought she may have enough footage. I felt a very happy slave and I would have carried on walking all day being literally lead by my very wet Mistress.

Back under the dripping pier I recognised that mischievous smile. I just know something else exciting was about to happen. True enough, Maggie turned to her bag of tricks and extracted two familiar items; a ball gag that was stuffed in my mouth and a long coiled length of sisal rope. Of course I ended up tied to the pier.

It was a simple yet very effective bondage and I felt rather vulnerable. Well just for a moment as Maggie made sure her ball gag was securely applied. But I know and trust my Mistress implicitly, she wouldn't leave me there as the tide was coming in. Or would she? As she turned, said ‘goodbye slave’ and made to walk away.

Then oops! Out of the corner of my eye I spotted what looked like pier security approaching either side of the pier. I whimpered to Maggie that we had company and without looking in their direction she slowly untied the ropes. By the time the guys had arrived I was as free as a bird, brushing down my raincoat and helping Mistress to pack away the equipment.

They were very understanding once Maggie explained that I wasn't being left tied against the pier as fish bait, and that the whole scene was a photo shoot. But, understanding as they were, they did suggest that it is frowned upon tying someone to the pier.

As they retreated leaving us to clear away, one of the security men appeared to be reassuring a rather wet and concerned member of the public that she wasn't about to witness a ritualistic drowning, and in that sense it’s refreshing to know that people are sufficiently concerned as to alert the security staff of a possible tragedy. Thank you to the anonymous lady for showing concern, although she wasn't to know that a very willing slave was having a jolly good time in the very capable hands of a very experienced Mistress.

Two very wet and very happy people gradually made our way back to the pier entrance and made our way through the entertainment arcade with the intention of strolling the length of the pier deck, to see if we had scope for another couple of rubbery stills. Unfortunately, the gentleman from pier security advised us that he would be closing the pier at 17:00, just two minutes time but we weren't the last to leave.

It was a thoroughly enjoyable drive home in the presence of an incredibly exciting lady. We had had so much fun and excitement on our wet day out and we could chat about another exciting adventure. Thanks to the St Annes pier cafe, the concerned member of public, the excellent pier security staff and the general public for allowing two rubber coated individuals to enjoy themselves. But above all, thanks to Mistress Maggie for being such an excellent Mistress and friend and in particular for allowing me to include her video clip and not leaving me tied to the pier!

Glorious Start to 2019

The trip back over the Pennines to Yorkshire where Cathouse Clothing have their latex shop, was the fastest run we have ever achieved, which is just as well because a crisis occurred just as Mistress Maggie was about to insert my trusty butt plug.

Immediately before Christmas I became the proud owner of a latex double breasted black rubber trench coat, the male equivalent of that wonderful latex coat that Mistress occasionally wears, and Mistress had instructed me to wear it as we were going shopping.

'An outing to Cathouse Clothing is required. Wearing your new latex mac and appropriate black footwear you will act as chauffeur and servant as you escort your rubber macked Mistress on her shopping trip.’

As my mac provides an uninterrupted cover from neck to calf I thought nothing of wearing a second layer of latex beneath it, and put on my dark blue latex shirt and a pair of black zipped latex briefs to complete the ensemble.

In my role as chauffeur for the day I would be sharing the driving seat with my old red butt plug friend, but as I was bending over the horse ready to have it inserted, Maggie in a somewhat concerned tone had cause to ask me a question. ‘Have you split your coat slave?’ 

True enough the coat was split from waist to hem. 'Oh sh*t! Damn! blast! f**k! etc' - I was absolutely mortified.

Not only had I spent a full year saving up to purchase it, but I’d also been so excited about showing it off and taking Mistress out both dressed in our rubber trench coats. I thought I had wrecked both Mistresses trip and my new coat. No matter, in went the butt plug and Mistress instructed me to lie on the bed where she fitted a substantial magnetic weight around my balls, to keep me company on the journey, then reaching for the electrical tape she neatly wound a little tape around it. Well that wasn't coming off until Maggie said so!

With my coat spread out on a table we noticed that it was a seam that had popped. Mistress is an accomplished latex aficionado and had all the glue and tools needed to repair it, and after a short wait Mistress had the coat better than new. Boy was I relieved and happy to be properly dressed again. A little later than anticipated but at last we were able to set off and I was delighted that Maggie's husband had put on his rubbers and was able to come along for he ride.

The rest of the journey was fast and uneventful, apart from me needing to pee just before we arrived at Liversedge. That provided a slight problem because the ball weight and tight latex shorts meant the end of my cock only just reached the porcelain but oh what a relief!

We had a good look round the Cathouse store, Maggie tried a few things on and her husband bought her a very attractive skirt for her upcoming birthday. A very pleasant hour was had as we chatted with the proprietor, looked at the excellent latex clothing on display and luxuriated in that glorious rubbery smell that emanates from that lovely material. My primary function? Behave like a proper chauffeur, return garments to rails and mind Mistresses bag.



The proprietors, Caroline and Peter were so easy to talk to that closing time arrived all too quickly and we thought it appropriate to think about heading West again. We broke our journey when we spotted a little pub on the outskirts of Liversedge and popped in for a coffee.

There we were, a man and woman in almost identical black latex double breasted macs, Maggie's husband in his black latex suit and leather coat and no one seemed to turn a hair. I am sure they were aware but were too polite to stare. The lady behind the bar didn't blink at all as we ordered three coffees and we had a very pleasant chat at a corner table. I felt strangely excited sitting with my Mistress and visibly wearing my rubber in public and there was some stirring going on underneath my coat. Seven years ago never in my wildest dreams would I have believed that I’d own such a magic coat and be able to venture out with my two rubber friends without worrying about the natives. I wonder where my Mistress will take me in the future?

The drive home was just as swift as the trip East, something that I have never experienced on that stretch of the M62 but even so we still returned to The Chambers later than my usual session time and Mistress hadn't finished with her slave yet.

Leading me upstairs I was told to remove my butt plug and button up my coat. At Mistress’ hands I also enjoyed being fitted into a wonderful latex hood that I believe was new to her wardrobe and an incredible feeling to wear. I could have sworn my head looked far sleeker and much more attractive in the hood. Come to think of it, that wouldn't be too difficult.

I caught a glimpse in the mirror and even though I say so myself, the image was striking. My black coated figure topped off with my smooth and tightly covered head brought to mind an image I had drooled over a while back. . . which once again raises that scary spectre of Mistress having a direct link to my thoughts.

A ball gag was buckled on me. I can only assume this was to stifle my moans of pleasure because I certainly wasn't about to complain as Maggie ordered me ‘Over the horse slave’ and asked ‘Are you hungry slave?’ Mistress knows that by this time on a Friday I am almost certainly hungry, and thirsty. Perhaps I was to receive one of her delicious mince pies or even a thirst quenching infusion of Mistresses nectar, although wearing the ball gag may prove problematical for feeding. Oh well, Mistress always has a solution.

An 8" sausage should fill you up slave!

No. It turns out Maggie had something far more filling as she arrived in my eyesight wearing a huge 8" strap-on under her mac. I was gobsmacked. Well actually, Mistress stroked the side of my head with the monster and said. ‘This will fill you up’. 

I have to say that this was by far the best option I had considered. Slowly and carefully at first Mistress entered the tip into her slave followed by long full strokes and continued to ride me for around five minutes, filling me up with her toy and forcing many a groan of delight to escape around the sides of my ball gag. I got the impression that Maggie rather liked Christening my coat with a good mount in fact in some circles this style of coat is known as a riding mack. It certainly was on this occasion.

What of the ball weight that I had worn all afternoon and caused my little peeing problems? It was comfortable to wear for all that time and was easily removed. Once Mistress had unpeeled the tape the weight could easily be slid apart and I must say for a few moments I felt naked without it. Hmmm? I wonder if a catheter and leg bag works with ball weights? Probably shouldn't have said that.

I hope Mistress had an enjoyable and relaxing rubbery day out on her trip to the shops with her latex husband and latex slave. However relaxed Mistress was I still knew who was in absolute charge.

I love 2019 already and hope for more exciting trips out as Mistress Maggie's slave and I get goose bumps every time I am privileged to be in her company.

Chorley

Chorley, a quiet friendly Lancashire town is situated on the main West Coast main line, but more crucially it’s just a direct bus ride from Mistress Maggie's Chambers.

There was barely a ripple of interest from the Chorlians as I walked dutifully behind my Mistress with only the occasional glance at the slave collar I was proudly wearing. Hardly surprising really, because I was with a very beautiful friend who naturally attracts admiring glances. One or two may have been envious of my status, who wouldn't be, however, I did have two encounters with the locals concerning my collar. I have more to share about those encounters later along with an explanation as to why we found ourselves in Chorley.
I was really excited about the direction Mistress was to take for today's session, as she had made it quite clear in the calling mail that ‘. . . you should arrive in a roomy pair of trousers, and I can confirm that my intentions are to dominate you outdoors for part of your session. Ensure that you are also well hydrated when you arrive . . .’

In a previous session we had talked about how it would be a real buzz for me to be taken out in my latex suit, with my bum plugged and a catheter deployed. A scenario which looked like it was about to happen from the words in the calling mail, and I became both nervous and excited that Mistress might trust me with such a duty. However, when I contacted Mistress to say I’d be arriving for my session soon, what I thought was certain became rather more doubtful '. . . Wear a black short sleeve t shirt and black latex shorts to arrive . . . We’re not going out in the car.'

As always, I could rely on my Mistress to keep me guessing!

It was another very warm summer day and I arrived at The Chambers in the black latex clothes I had been instructed to wear with my baggy trousers on top. My latex shorts were already feeling quite moist. Even if we were to venture out in Mistresses husbands car, I would certainly need a plastic membrane to protect my seat, a thought that turned out to be quite unnecessary.

It had been obvious from the moment Maggie opened the door that I was likely in for a treat, as she had her piss pants on and I was hoping I knew where their contents would end up. With my outdoor clothes stripped away I set about worshipping Mistresses thigh length, black leather boots and I really tried not to be distracted by the rubber drain tube that was dangling between them. My butt plug was to be inserted next; Mistress has done a really good job of stretching my bum and the large red plug slid in easily before I was 'walked' on my lead, via the toilet to The Clinic.

I received the system mask, then strapped to the couch I was prepared for catheterisation. The catheter went in so quickly that I was amazed when Maggie said I was now plugged at both exits and had already begun tidying up her used sterile items ready for disposal.

Mistress showed less haste when is came to throwing the plastic drape away though and decided to tease her patient with it instead. As I lay there Maggie placed the drape over my nose, it has the kind of intoxicating plastic smell that any true plastic fetishist simply cannot resist. My natural instinct was to breath deeply on its strong and wonderful aroma, making it way too easy for Maggie to suffocate her slave with the drape. I was helpless and could be teased until I was quite breathless. The opening lines of 'Take my breath Away' floated into my head as Maggie continued to enjoy her plaything.

A breath through gag was then attached to the system mask; one which is ideal for drinking through. I had done as I was told and arrived well hydrated, even so I was about to receive considerably more liquid refreshment! Mistress is really thoughtful in her delivery. The nectar isn't released all at once, a good thing because the flow Maggie is capable of producing could totally overwhelm a slave, not to mention probably drown him. A good healthy head of fluid was visible in her piss pants and Mistress regulated the flow of my piss drink to a sensible level. Suffice is to say, I had a wonderful long drink of Mistress’ fresh, rehydrating fluids.

Mistress then uncovered another surprise. ‘A rubber catheter bag slave. It can be worn inside or outside your trousers. Which do you want?’

I was starting to question my bottle and stammered ‘inside please’. The leg bag was brand new and after a little surgery to shorten the drain tube it was strapped to my left thigh. Once the clamp was removed I experienced that familiar feeling of trickling pee. I had absolutely no control of when to pee and that was a little disconcerting! After a few adjustments Maggie thought it better to tape the exit tap closed to prevent any accidental leakage and the final question concerned what I should wear. Although I was confident about wearing the latex t-shirt in public the amount of sweat it had already generated was a bit of a concern. Mistress would have a very wet slave by the end of the journey so we settled on normal clothes and my slave collar and we were ready to depart.

‘We are going to catch the bus to Chorley.’ Mistress announced. A good ride of almost an hour, and once we had arrived at our destination we could check how much pee had flowed into the latex bag. The bus journey was very pleasant, we sat on the back seat where we talked about a number of perv subjects and other friendly musings, and I gazed at how amazing my Mistress is. All the while I suspected that the bag was gradually filling, but it posed no problems.

By the time we arrived and we stood up to disembark, the catheter bag was definitely feeling more weighty and there was a considerable bulge appearing under my slack trousers. But not to worry, anyone noticing would see a beautiful woman and a bulge in her companions trousers, quite natural really, but I suspected my highly visible slave collar would divert attention.

We sauntered around Chorley market, I bought Mistress a very nice bracelet from one of the local shops and finally walked into a local coffee shop fairly close to the bus station where two coffees were drank at our leisure. The coffee shop was busy with an easy and relaxed environment, although buying a suitable snack proved impossible because they had run out of buns. Mistress and I talked some more and Mistress exchanged some words and a smile with a lady sitting at the next table.

Meanwhile, my rubber cath bag was still filling and creating an even bigger bulge inside my trousers and I was conscious that it might be full. I needed to ask Maggie if I was allowed to use the toilets to attempt to empty it. Mistress gave permission and clear instructions on what I should do and off I trotted, upstairs to find the toilets.

An interesting experience to say the least. I found a cubical, dropped my pants, removed the safety tape from the tap, pointed it down the pan and. . . Whoosh. . . A veritable Tsunami shot down the porcelain. If you have ever filled a balloon with water and then let it go, that is the type of reaction my catheter bag created. It is a good job I had a firm hold of the hose otherwise I could have flooded the whole place with pee.

I returned without the bulge and satisfied that the catheter and bag worked a treat. There is nothing a slave can do once catheterised but trust the equipment. You can't stop the flow, you have no control and even the butt plug is there to stay. It is most liberating to know you are outwardly 'normal' yet still under total control of your Mistress and because of Maggie's thoroughness, totally safe and dry.

Next it was Maggie's turn to visit ‘the ladies’ and after just a few minutes she had returned to the table. The reusable flask that she had been drinking from throughout our journey was once more placed on the table, she began decanting its contents into a fresh coffee cup that she must have collected on the way. The drink was offered to me and believing it was an extra drink to keep me hydrated and the bag filling up, I eagerly accepted. I expected cool clear water, but no, it was better than that. Mistress presented me with a cup of warm nectar which of course was drained in a thrice.

And that I thought was the end of the adventure as Maggie announced ‘Time for home’. Except on the way out, a gentleman sitting on a low bench having a few beers with his mates noticed and commented on my collar. Maggie instantly hooked her finger through it and eased me towards the gentleman asking if he wanted to read the inscription on the medal - ‘slave in training’. Seamlessly he hooked his finger into the ring, dragging me further forward and said, 'Give us a blow job then’. I was in absolute turmoil wondering how Mistress wished me to react. I am her property but there was only a grin and no instruction from her. ‘I can’t I'm taken’ I stammered, and fortunately was immediately released.

The outline of the filling cath bag is just visible above my left knee.

The man laughed as we went on our way and suggested Maggie should ‘take good care of this one!’ Mistress seemed amused and unconcerned about my encounter. I still don't know if Mistress had anticipated this when she drew me towards the fellow, or whether she was as surprised as I was? In any event, I am owned and Maggie can do whatever she wishes with her slave.

On a lighter note, as we had been unable to buy a bun we stopped to purchase a sandwich for Maggie. The young girl serving us also commented that she liked my collar, but this time I managed to save myself from landing in any mischief; I smiled and said thank you. That was the end of the contact and the lady didn't ask me for a blow job.

The return bus journey was enjoyable but relatively uneventful, although I could feel my bag filling again. However, when we stood up to get off I felt the retaining strap pop open and I had to leave the bus holding the tube through my trouser pocket. Once again, all the public would see was a man alighting from a bus in the company of a very attractive lady with a bulge in my trousers. Most natural.

As we sauntered back to The Chambers I told Maggie about the strap and once indoors I could gently let the bag slide to its natural position, there from just beneath the hemline of my baggy trousers was the tip of the drain tap smiling back at us. Off to the bathroom then, Mistress bringing her syringe to deflate my catheter before removal. The rubber catheter bag needed emptying and thoroughly cleaning, and that I thought was the end, but Mistress had other plans and I was dragged back into her Playroom to complete my slave duties for the day.

I was ordered to strip with the exception of the butt plug of course, I was naked as the day I was born. Mistress picked a latex hood from her plentiful collection and strapped on her dildo harness, complete with her large flesh coloured dildo Mistress was ready for her slaves attention. I was finally ordered to give my Mistress a blow job. No doubts or reservations this time and with the right encouragement from Maggie and a warning as to where else she intended to put it I set about mouthing the dildo. I could only manage about half into my mouth and I really hoped that the movements were giving some pleasure to my Mistress. I have tried so many things with Mistress but this was a new lesson for this slave, as Maggie had never encouraged me before in this direction. I was handed a Durex and told to put it on her dildo.

Maggie ordered me onto all fours where she could easily pop the long stay resident butt plug out of my backside. I was instructed to sit on her knee and pleasure the dildo she was wearing. Yet another wonderful new experience.

The whole length of Maggie's shaft was taken easily and eagerly up my bum hole. I sat and wiggled and tried to get it deeper embedded and groaned quite a lot. Once more I hoped Maggie was having some fun because her slave certainly was. The position allowed Maggie to snake her free hands around me and grasp my cock and balls. That is a most explosive position!. . . except it wasn't. Just as I was about to warn Mistress that I was about to involuntarily ejaculate, she abruptly stopped and withdrew her energetic dildo. That was that. Another demonstration as to who is in total charge of all my emotions, orifices and experiences during my all too brief a time serving Mistress Maggie.

As to my experience in Chorley. It was a real buzz and I only hope I didn't let my Mistress down. The natives appear down to earth and friendly. I know I am a really fortunate slave and will do whatever my Mistress asks, although I am still unsure I’d have given that gent his blow job outside Chorley market if I had been so instructed, but then again I do trust my Mistresses judgement 100%.

Pampering for Mistress

I have just experienced an excellent and relaxing session with Mistress Maggie. Today was all about pampering my owner after a long and arduous couple of weeks for her, and what a surprise was in store for her slave. It had been a while since Maggie had been shopping at Cathouse and she decided it could be her treat for the day, while for me it meant a trip back to Yorkshire and a session that was virtually pain free! Yes, I know I shouldn't say something that can so easily be reversed, but today turned out to be two friends enjoying a drive across the Pennines and enjoying each others company.

There was never any doubt about who was in charge; Maggie is always that, but of course, I wouldn't be one of Mistress Maggie's slaves if I didn’t expect some of the unexpected and Maggie wanted to gently remind me that I would still be under training and close scrutiny all the time we were out. ’Trousers down. Bend over the horse slave’ and I was duly fitted with the pair of Kegel balls and wired to the remote receiver that Maggie carefully attached to my belt, in full blinking view to those in the know. Mistress carried out a few tests to ensure the Kegels were working and to established what remote control levels she could safely deploy, and I detected a note of pleasant surprise as she gradually ramped up the volume into the red zone of her control box before I began wincing and twitching.

The second surprise was a leather cock and ball collar to which Maggie attached one of her playroom leads. I was given a thorough walking workout on it to make sure that it was on tight enough, before she announced that a new lead would be more of an adventure and that we could pick one up just round the corner. ‘Looks like I will have to fiddle inside your Y-fronts to attach the new lead’ she laughed. I smiled in anticipation of my Mistress with her hand on her cock and balls attempting to attach a lead in public. Wow that will be a buzz!

We left, to all appearances two good friends going for a day shopping, but I quickly received my first training reminder. ‘In here slave’, as Maggie directed me into the local pet shop. We navigated to the section containing retractable dog leads, all displayed inside a lock up security cabinet, and were quickly joined by a charming and very professional salesman. We were discussing the retractable leads; small, medium or large dog size when the salesman innocently looked round for the pooch and asked ‘What size dog do you have?’ Without batting an eyelid, Mistress nonchalantly motioned at me and said ‘It’s for him. I'll need a discreet model, something small, and black please’. The gentleman barely flinched and I thought I had better go along with this and asked about the amount of lead that was left dangling when fully retracted. For those in the know it’s about 12", but I had to say something. We paid and on request, the gentleman kindly took it from its plastic carton so we could use it immediately. I must admit, much to my relief, Mistress made no attempt to attach the lead to either my slave collar or cock collar as we headed back to the car. Once again, I say thank you to that salesman for being a true professional, although I bet he had a tale to tell at tea time.

The journey across the Pennines to Liversedge was pleasant, talk and laughter interspersed with an incredibly sexy crackle from Mistresses black PVC mac. If you have never experienced that crackle and creak of a sexy woman gently moving in a PVC mac, be warned, it can be most distracting and I had promised Maggie's husband that I would take extra special care of my VIP. I concentrated hard on my driving, managing a sideways admiring glance at my shiny stunning owner whenever it was safe to do so. Thank goodness for red traffic lights. I am certain Mistress knows the pronounced effect she always has on me!

Outside Cathouse I half expected to have our new lead attached and be led into the shop, but no. I think my Mistress was far too excited about examining the superb range of leather and latex hoods, dresses, corsets, stocking etc to be bothered with dragging a slave dog around on a lead. Happy enough to turn on my power pack though and have it blinking away on my belt, clicking her remote control rather obviously every now and then.

I pottered around the shop whilst Mistress was occupied with the merchandise and then trying on a dildo harness that had caught her eye to ensure comfort and fit. As I continued to potter around and chat to Caroline the owner, an induced stiffness began happening in my trousers. It was obvious that Mistress was up to mischief behind the dressing room curtain, because the signal to my Kegel balls was slowly creeping up into the very active red zone. Caroline is easy to talk to, but not wanting to make her concerned I had to try really hard to control my wincing.

Maggie had decided that she liked the harness but I could see she was a little perplexed about the ring size as it would only take a smaller size dildo. As I listened intently, I had one of those very rare lightbulb moments and suggested my idea to both Caroline and Mistress. After a little more discussion the craftsman was called, and yes, it was feasible to have detachable rings. I felt pleased to have helped but quickly reminded that my Mistress is in charge with another burst in the red zone.

Maggie ordered the latex strap-on harness with the interchangeable rings and a pair of custom made stockings. Some fingerless latex gloves were spotted and their purchase eagerly made. I was delighted that Mistress was able to wear them immediately as a memento of yet another excellent trip to an excellent fetish manufacturer.

On our return journey a hiccup with my monitoring the satnav had me taking a slight deviation which meant we missed our quiet coffee stop where last time Maggie had expertly bagged me in the car park. M62 Westbound at 16:00 on a Friday is a nightmare and the journey took far longer than either of us hoped. Conscious that Mistress would appreciate a light snack and a coffee, we stopped at Birch Services and out popped the retractable dog lead from Maggie’s handbag. I was denied the pleasure of having Mistress fiddling in my pants to attach my lead and was told to clip it on myself. The leather cock and ball strap had remained firmly in place, allowing Mistress to walk me confidently to our destination along the grassy verge around the perimeter of the car park, then towards the entrance to the services with me led by a lead emerging from the flies of my pants. I admit I was a little relieved when Maggie handed me the lead at the entrance and said to stick the handle in my pocket.

We sat, had a coffee and shared a hot sausage sandwich, Maggie in that very sexy coat, me trying my hardest not to get an obvious erection at the sight and sound of my beautiful owner and talked and laughed a lot more. Because of the congestion, Mistress realised there would be no time for Playroom activities when we returned to Preston. Quietly she leant forward and reminded me that she controls if and when I can cum and now might be a nice time to do so. She instructed me to walk to the toilets and I had ten minutes to bring myself off before the Kegels, which were currently feeding my ass with some particularly nice sensations, would be once again pushed into the red zone. As it happened it only took a few minutes, what with the accumulated stimulus of that crinkly mac, the earlier Kegel red zoning, the excellent time round Cathouse, being led to the services by my cock collar, but above all being in the wonderfully relaxed company of my owner and good friend. Then the embarrassing realisation that I had picked the cubicle with no toilet paper!

Once more, Mistress Maggie had introduced new, unimagined experiences for me to serve her with. I have never had a dog lead attached to my cock before and I certainly have never been sent to public toilets to masturbate before. Of course there was never any chance of my refusing. Mistress and I both knew that. The outcome was inevitable. And yes of course I thoroughly washed my hands as Mistress is a stickler for good hygiene.

One interesting fact as we returned to the Playroom to de-Kegel, Maggie commented on how sensible my Y-fronts were if I were to have the collar and lead attached again. I got the impression from the gleam in her eyes that if I am told to wear Y-fronts I’m in for some very interesting walkies. I am a really fortunate slave that after 125 sessions I believe my Mistress can trust me not to disgrace myself or more importantly, embarrass my owner, and that is partly what my extensive training has been about. Most importantly, I think Mistress Maggie enjoyed being pampered on our shopping trip.

Big Red, Big One, Big Ride

As occasionally happens to commemorate special occasions, Mistress Maggie had planned something special, and we would enjoy a day out in Blackpool. I had finally and irreparably been declared 'old' by the state, having reached my 65th year and one of the last pensioners to receive my pension at sixty five. We were to take a thrill ride on the Big One, enjoy the spectacular views over the bay for about two seconds before plunging almost to death down that first, terrifying and very steep drop, take in some of the local attractions, perhaps another ride or two and end with a feast and perhaps, if I was lucky, a celebratory cake. It certainly sounded a wonderful way to celebrate with a day out with two friends.

It sounds idyllic so far, but those of you who know my Mistress or have followed this diary know that her slaves enjoyment could not possibly be restricted to these 'normal' pastimes. The day started almost normally. I stripped off and stood in front of my owner, as naked as the day I was born and set about some serious boot worship. Mistress said she had promised to whip me and whip me she would, meanwhile I was to continue with my boot worship while she raised and wielded her floggers' many tails. I couldn't recall having done anything to warrant such an onslaught but knew to accept a reddened arse without complaints because Maggie is in charge and owns the property rights.

It turns out that I had attempted to help others join my Mistress in slavery (part of my promise to my Mistress), by directing a gentleman into Maggie's tender care without realising he was across the North Sea and not readily able to travel. But, apparently he can e-mail and after what must have been a friendly exchange with Maggie she had promised him that I would receive a good thrashing for my stupidity. That is why I was now ass up infront of Mistress feeling her whip. I shall not dwell on the trials and tribulations of helping lost souls . . .

The last time I came along for my session, Maggie had successfully fitted my new butt plug, Big Red, but it had slipped out again very soon after. Maggie said that Big Red needed more help at becoming properly seated in my arsehole and would be taking the trip to Blackpool inside me. I was fitted with a very tight belt and crotch strap that would hopefully keep Big Red in place for the big rides later on. With the straps dangling Mistress led me to the White Room, where I was introduced to the newly acquired medical couch that Mistress had so proudly taken delivery of only a few days before.

Reclining and strapped down on the new couch I was  given a demonstration of a few of its magical abilities. Three buttons and electric motors everywhere, but despite all the bells and whistles I could detect a note of sadness in Mistresses voice towards the old couch that had served her well over the previous five years. But onwards and upwards and I had the first ride of the day. Click - tilt backwards click, forwards. Click - up and down. Click - recline. It was certainly versatile and would help my owner to position her slaves accurately for whatever activities were to happen but I must admit, I too had a tinge of nostalgia for the old faithful black and white couch, ousted by the all singing all dancing grey interloper. I thought for a moment this may be a sign of things to come for this old, well worn but faithful slave. Anyway, the leather crotch strap was tightened and Big Red held firm. We shouldn't have any trouble with its escape.

All was well during the drive to our destination. Big Red stayed under control, my outer casuals hiding the fact I had a huge plug securely strapped in place. That didn't last long. The next 'drive' was oh so very different; very hilly, the car and passengers all over the place, very tight corners, speeds that would make your hair curl, and all having the effect of giving Big Red a thrilling ride round my bum hole until I was finally able to get my feet back on firm ground.

As we disembarked our carriages I could feel movement down below and had to rush or rather waddle to the nearest toilets, before my Big Red friend made its way down my trouser leg and smiled at some innocent passer by. With all the roller coasting movement on the Big One, the centre strap had moved sufficiently to allow Big Red to escape. Well it had taken a hair raising, death defying ride to dislodge the butt plug and I was reasonably satisfied that my bum could accommodate BR in 'normal' circumstances.

Flushed with adrenalin from the Big One ride, I agreed to my owners suggestion that a sail in Valhalla was an excellent 'follow up' adventure. Mind you, I agree to everything my Mistress suggests; that is just the way of the world. Nor had she forgotten to bring along her retractable whip for punishing anyone who fails to comply. Signs do warn you that you may get wet, so not being dressed in our latex today we all invested in plastic ponchos. What a rip off, two quid for a large plastic bag. I did my best to get into mine, it makes a change from Mistress inserting me in one, although certainly not as rewarding or for that matter as water tight!

Off we sailed taking in some very hot, windy and wet moments as the ride progressed. All was almost dry until the first major waterfall. I was sat with Maggie and the deluge cascaded over both our plastic covered heads. Maggie still dry, me very wet. That didn't last long either. By the end of the ride we were all very wet indeed, although despite John being in the front seat, he came out the dryest. It was a good job it was a warm day as we all dried quickly as we spun through the air on the Space Ships ride!

Anyway, by this time, I was in need of a drink and Mistress had that covered too. I must have mentioned that Mistress is meticulous in her planning? Well, diving into her trusty handbag, which by now was rather damp having been waterlogged on Valhalla, she brought out a drinking cup. Judging by the pale golden hue of the contents, it was either diluted orange or something far more tasty. I sipped slowly and wondered what our fellow travellers would have made of three friends casually enjoying themselves with one drinking his owners pee whilst wearing my slave collar. The collar had already attracted a few surreptitious glances but I suspect the pee pot went unnoticed.

All I know was, on this very warm day, it was cool, very refreshing and tasting of my Mistress. I was at that stage very happy and very relaxed. On the way back to Chambers, we stopped at a chippy and ate a hearty plate of fish, chips mushy peas etc, chatted away and by then I was somewhat relieved that BR had escaped. I was still aware of the tight harness under my civilian clothes, the crotch strap was a little looser but nevertheless acted as a constant reminder as to who owned me.

Back in The Clinic there were two final surprises that Mistress had planned for her slave. The first was birthday candles to celebrate the special day. If I am honest, I didn't expect my balls to be the cake but there again, Mistress always has a flair for the unusual.

I received my second ride on the electric gynae chair, accompanied by a suitable amount of aromas to help ease any pain as seven or eight needles were inserted in my 'cake'. Thank goodness it wasn't one for each year! Maggie had already tightened my cock and balls to what I assumed was the bondage board, her cord ties keeping my throbbing organ securely where she wanted it. Not too tight but enough to keep it on the straight and narrow. I could feel some other strange sensations but couldn't see what was happening, but I did hear the click click of a lighter and tensed as I got a whiff of fresh candle wax, burning fresh candle wax!

I thought now might be a good time to beg for more medicine, to take more deep breaths of aroma and to try to keep very still. There is only so long that you can fend off the inevitable and eventually I was feeling the hot wax dribbling across my hot balls. Mistress kept me moaning for several minutes and was really enjoying the celebrations. Blowing out the candles she commented on how she was happy to be burning my balls, but making them burn low enough to set light to her plastic equipment was taking things a bit too far.

Laying flat and with little visibility of my burning cake other than the lashing flames, I was curious how Mistress had managed to attach the candles without me feeling any discomfort. It turns out she had specially shaped each candle base so that it would fit into the end of the medical grade needles. I told you, Mistress thinks of everything. A water bucket had also been strategically placed near the burning candles 'just in case'.

Speaking of forward planning, I see from the photos that The bondage board had been discreetly covered in surgical tape just where any wax run off may have spilled, so as to minimise damage to its surface. I wish she had done that with my cock and balls!

And so to the second surprise. A second ride of the day on another big one. Mistress donned her larger dildo and proceeded to mount her slave with the biggest thing I have ever had stuffed up my bum. The motors were put into operation; click - tilt, click up, click down went the chair, until Maggie had the right angle of attack. Finally the big one slid home providing her slave with yet another wild and thrilling pleasure trip.

Removing her large used dildo, Mistress announced that she needed the toilet and instructed me to await her return. Not difficult as I was strapped and shackled to the new chair, but not for long. On her return I was instructed onto my knees and use my tongue to make sure her arsehole was clean. More use of the electric motors as Mistress knelt on the chair to produce a no nonsense angle for her arse licking slave, and even though I say so myself, I did a really good job and enjoyed the task immensely. Perhaps there is a use for this older model slave in this new world after all?

I would like to thank both Mistress Maggie and her husband, John, for their kindness in taking me out for one helluva memorable birthday present.

Here's to the Next Five

I have experienced five exceptional years serving my Mistress, Mistress Maggie and now, after 110 excellent sessions, I feel that I am at least a passable slave. Clearly, 'passable' is not good enough and I will continue to strive to become that perfect slave for as long as Mistress is prepared to keep me as her property. I knew Mistress had remembered the anniversary by the words in her mail.  'Mistress is making preparations for a celebration. . .' Similarly, I wanted to say a big thank you to both Mistress and husband John for the five years of a growing friendship and had picked up a nice Merlot on the way to the Chambers.

As always, one hour before my session I sent my confirmatory text. Mistress sprung a surprise and almost wrong footed her slave with her response, by announcing that we were going shopping and to park near the Chambers. I try not to be phased by things my Mistress asks of me and always ensure there’s a tank of fuel just in case. Additional instruction had also been given ‘. . . Arrive with your ball weight in place. . . ‘  This I had done along with a good effort to look smart, wearing my cream latex dress shirt and obligatory slave collar, with my weighted balls tucked tidily inside my pants.

A stunning vision answered the door. Mistress looked just as attractive in her outdoor clothes as she does in her Playroom uniforms; shiny jeans, silk blouse, gladiator sandals and a full application of red lippy. Maggie accepted my gift and I was rewarded with one of her fabulous smiles.

Session 110 began as usual with performing homage to Mistresses footwear, which can become a terribly steamy situation at times. Like today for instance. Mistress insisted that I wear a plastic bag while putting my tongue to work on her gladiator shoes. My slave collar was used to secure my head in the bag, just how Maggie wanted it, and I was told to proceed with worship. I licked as best and as long as I could, busying myself right up to the point where the oxygen ran out and I could lick no more. I could only use my last gasps to beg for air in the hope of being released. Consequently the sandals remained worshipped from afar, but that had to be the cleanest inside of a plastic bag you could imagine.

‘Up on your knees facing me now slave’ and I was eye to eye with Mistress. The plastic bag was rustling again, then pulled over my head quite tightly and I was captured in a couple of twists of her wrist. Maggie looked at me through the plastic then planted the longest kiss squarely across my mouth, well, a kiss on the plastic across my mouth to be precise. It was a heavenly moment that I hoped would never stop, and I loved how Mistress then laughed at the red smudge across her slaves plastic face, saying ‘That's the lippy gone then!’

Whenever shopping, Mistress likes to keep this slave on his toes. No different today and I was soon legs up on the Clinic table having suitable electrodes fitted. First though, my trusty black butt plug was planted in my arsehole. 'A special treat for you today slave', or so Maggie said with that glint in her eye as she placed her cock stopper electrode right on the tip of my cock and to complete the circuit, a sticky pad on my abdomen. With a laugh Mistress remarked about the nasty shock I would feel if her circuitry came into contact with my steel ball weight, but thankfully and probably best for all concerned, she decided not to have her slave leaping about with the shopping basket and drawing any more attention to himself. Instead, a condom was used to secure the cock stopper and rolled down the full length of Maggie’s property.

I knew where this was going and it would certainly be special. The power source would be attached to my belt and Mistress would carry the remote - Hmmm! Time for a quick test then. Five taps of the remote provided a just about bearable pulse through my cock; six had me visibly wincing and would affect my gait if applied during the shopping trip; seven may be a treat for Mistress but more likely a dreaded ordeal for her slave. Maggie also went through a few of the available programs, just to remind her slave what to expect if I displeased her.

Mistress re-applied her lipstick and was ready for shopping, my primary duty to carefully chauffeur my Mistress on her trip and, of course, during our shop, provide amusement as she stroked the remote with her thumb. We went shoe shopping first, trying on several pairs. I fetched and carried and kept Maggie’s handbag safe while she tried them on and made her choice. At last I had permission to kiss my Mistresses new shoes without needing to wear a plastic bag. One kiss was all I could give being in a well known supermarket, but I believe it was received as a symbolic gesture of her slaves devotion. However, I did enjoy the thrill of openly worshipping my Mistress, even if it was only for the briefest of moments. Nobody cared, nobody even noticed, apart from me and my Mistress and the shoe purchase was in the bag.

I followed Mistress towards the food section, stopping for a moment for Maggie to activate the power box on my belt. But oops, somehow I must have dislodged something as . . . nothing. . . when tested. ‘Go to the loo slave. Go and reconnect yourself’. Fortunately the problem was quickly put to rights and I was back alongside having my Power box activated again. Four quick taps on her remote and a look at my grimacing face confirmed to Maggie that her slave was switched on.

A shopping list had been prepared and my job was to bring back all items on it: Cucumber, K-Y jelly or similar, condoms and a pack of ice cubes. The list came with strict instructions; I must not to use the self checkout lanes and I must present my wares to a real life assistant. It was difficult to concentrate with the electrics on five clicks, not knowing when Mistress would have a little remote fun with one more agonizing movement of her thumb. I persevered and as you can see, no K-Y. I asked the pharmacist but was advised. ‘You’re the second one to ask. We are out of stock. Sorry’. I braced myself for the jolt as I was taking too long. I could see Mistress relaxing just through the checkouts, smiling that delightfully innocent smile as I searched and found an alternative, her thumb hovering over her remote, but thankfully nothing more than a sinister 'hover'.

The throbbing in my cock continued as I hurried for the bag of ice cubes. I didn't like the thought of where the cubes could end up and chose the smallest bag I could find. Even so, it was enough to freeze your balls off and then some.

Going through the checkout, I knew I was in range of having a twitchy thumb setting off a twitching embarrassment. I was also very conscious of curious onlookers spotting my items as they moved along the conveyor. The lady was paid and I gave her my thanks as I packed my shopping into the red lipstick stained suffocation bag. Mistress just sat watching, smiling and seductively massaging her remote. It was a relief as we left and Maggie turned off the power pack on my belt for the short drive home.

Back in Chambers I heard the ominous chink of ice being poured into Mistresses steel bucket. A cold shiver passed through my balls and bum. I feared the worst because a lot of ice was readied, but then, as always, Mistress pulled another surprise. Two small bottles of white wine appeared, plus a couple of flutes and she sank them both into the ice bucket to cool as she helped me out of my outdoor clothes and into more appropriate indoor red latex ones. I was stood to attention as Maggie reclined on her bean bag and asked me to pour two glasses of wine. We toasted the first five years of my exceptional journey, and I spent a delightful 15 minutes finger feeding olives to my Mistress, chatting, sipping the celebratory wine and me attempting to become that 'perfect' slave. It is extremely difficult holding oiled olives in rubber gloves, yet possible because Mistress has trained me well: 'less haste more attention' resulted in very few mishaps. With a risk of repeating myself, there is nothing quite so stimulating or arousing as watching your Mistress casually relax and feeding her just as my Queen should be fed.

The bean bag was moved out of Chambers to make way for the Bondage Chair, which needed to be placed in a precise position next to the bed. I do like that secure, snug feeling of the leather corset that was strapped tight on top of my latex, then the Lithuanian hooded gas mask with restraining collar, and finally chained to maximum tightness to the chair, probably tighter than any previous chaining. I love the secure feeling this situation engenders. I could also delight in the fact that Mistress said I looked wonderful dressed like this.

Maggie double checked I was secure, then began pivoting the chair and easing it backwards until it was firmly supported by chains, which miraculously somehow had appeared between chair and overhead gantry. I had no worries as I trust Mistress implicitly, although I am still amazed that such a fine, slender figure could take the weight of this lump like slave and his bondage. And there I securely stayed, leaning back in the throne, my cock, balls and butt plug exposed by dextrous manipulation of the suits three way zip, all for my Mistresses further amusement. The clover clamps on my nipples played with my upper body sensations as my Mistress went on to play with and create havoc with my lower body parts.

The hole in the chair seat made for easy retrieval of the butt plug. Out it came and for one moment I thought I saw the cucumber pass in front of my gas-masked  eyes making its way to a new growing plot, but to my relief, I think, Maggie eased a rather large electric dildo in my now spare hole. It was at this point that the frailties of my body started to overtake the huge desires of the slave.

Because I am tall, my head was not getting support from the high backed chair and my neck was starting to really tense with the strain. This has an effect on all the other senses. The rasping, windy sounds of the Lithuanian mask changed into the more urgent sounds of a slave starting to be stressed. Mistress knows her property and after asking and confirming that I was having problems, eased me back to an upright position and removed the mask. I began to recover but Mistress knows when enough is enough for her slave and chose to release me. We sat and talked amongst other topics, about the possible need for a neck support in future similar situations.

Oh I do wish I was physically better equipped for my Mistress, but unlike Mistress Maggie who appears to be younger every time we meet, the inevitable onslaught of age does take a slight toll on this, otherwise very willing slave and I do love my sessions with my perfect Mistress.

Over the Hills and Far Away

Not a lot of people will have heard of the small Yorkshire settlement of Liversedge. I am from Yorkshire, yet knew nothing of the town and certainly not its valuable role in latex manufacturing. Mentioned in the Domesday book, by the 19th century the town was busy in the manufacture of woollen garments and the long tradition of clothing manufacture still continues in the 21st century, albeit in a much smaller scale, at Cathouse Clothing on a local business park in the town. That is where Mistress Maggie wanted to go, to look at some rather nice leopard print and textured latex garments that she had seen on the website.

I had been summoned to chauffeur Mistress to Liversedge, my first duty was to drop my pants and bend over the playroom horse so a Kegel electric communication device could be installed in my asshole, its associated receiver strapped on a leather belt around my waist. And with a big grin Maggie announced that the batteries had a full charge and that is what I would be receiving. Naturally, Mistress retained the remote control and gradually increased the dial until I confirmed the signal was being received and my bum starting to tingle from the inside. Maggie noted level ten and announced that would be a good level to start, if and when she wanted a little amusement at my expense.

As a Tyke, the journey back over the Pennines was short and sweet at just over an hour and 10 minutes, the time flew by with idle chatter between Mistress and slave and adhering to the strict instructions from Maggie's husband that I drive very carefully. After all, I did have a VIM on board (Very Important Mistress). Fortunately, the only sensation from the Kegel's was the top weighted ball that made its presence felt at every bend and pothole. I do wish they would fill those damn potholes on the M62.

Maggie was acquainted with the owner at Cathouse and spent a little time on pleasantries. I just stood and rode with the Kegel balls that Mistress had kindly activated by remote control when entering the shop. But it was soon down to the serious business of browsing. You can imagine we were both in heaven with the range of latex textures and coloured samples waiting to be made into hundreds of sensational garments. We spotted a latex corset that suited Maggie down to the ground (well not quite that long). A quick flick of the remote button and her slave was jumping high enough to reach it off the highest rail, and the garment was quickly purchased. After further browsing and a chance conversation with the owner, a textured black latex skirt emerged. I could tell Maggie liked it, and I thought it absolutely amazing or maybe it was how Maggie sensationally showed it off as she tried it on. It was a no brainer; a beautiful garment on a beautiful Mistress that fitted her so well.

The second purchase was in the bag, and that unfortunately was that. We had spent just an hour shopping and it was time for the trip home to Lancashire, but a coffee stop was necessary before too long.

Nothing interesting about a coffee stop you say. Well no and yes. Maggie had been persuaded to wear the new latex skirt for her journey home, she looked so glamorous seated on the high stool waiting for her coffee to be delivered. It was difficult to take my eyes off her, but then it always is. The skirt was the icing on the cake or rather on her now tightly enclosed legs and thighs.

Then a little surprise. As we got back in the car, Maggie pointed me to a secluded spot in the corner of the car park and told me to park there. She told me how happy she was with my driving and the lovely gift I had bought for her, and had a little reward that she knew I would like.

A hanky was produced from her handbag, before I knew it I was subdued with aroma and captured in a plastic bag. Slowly and calmly she started to suffocate her slave. My pleas for air fell on stony ground, Maggie just said no and twisted the plastic a bit more.

I just gazed at Maggie through the misting plastic and felt totally relaxed, completely devoted and very happy at that moment. Maggie wanted this and so did I. By the time she’d finished the plastic was as tight against my face as Mistresses new latex skirt was across her thighs.

After a few minutes to catch my breath chauffeuring duties were resumed. The rest of the journey was uneventful but incredibly slow due to it being rush hour. We arrived back at Chambers just after six, Maggie had a Clinic session planned for me and I was soon strapped down naked, legs up wide on the clinic couch. The nice white latex hood was fitted and she proceeded to flash fry my nipples, cock, balls and anywhere else that made her laugh with the glowing sparks from her violet wand.

The Kegel balls were removed and, judging by this photo, Maggie used a cut down Samurai sword to impale my bum. This has got to be the biggest thing I have ever had up there, helped on its way by Mistress holding her medicated hanky over my nose again.

Imagine the opposing sensations; I was being wonderfully mounted and stretched with a hand held dildo, whilst at the same time having bits of me punished with intense shocks from the wand. I didn't know whether I was coming or going.

The afternoon had reached a natural end and Maggie made sure I didn't come, but I did go home with another huge smile and a huge bulge after another hugely enjoyable session chauffeuring my Mistress on our expedition home to Yorkshire.

And a note to John. I drove very carefully and apologise if Mistress Maggie now has two more exceptional items to find space for in her ‘overcrowded’ latex wardrobe. The batteries in the Kegel are now flat and in serious need of a major re-charge!