2016 - Ginger, Nut Inflation Figures

Record 2016 inflation figures have just been announced and are predicted to reach even higher levels as the year progresses, according to Mistress Maggie that well known, well respected and well loved North West slave owner; and a Happy New Year to all who may benefit from these higher than anticipated statistics.

Mistress outlined her session plan: I was to be her pet again today, and to get started I would require a tail; we would spend generous time in the clinic infusing a couple of bags of saline; then a leisurely walk round a local supermarket and perhaps a coffee; return to The Chambers where I would receive my final training for the day.

As Mistresses preference was for a black rubber dog I was sent away to make it so, returning on all fours in latex tee-shirt, shorts, gloves and socks. My pat on the head was replaced with an open faced latex mask, then raising my hind I received my tail; four anal beads with a long grab handle, you may just be able to see the end sticking out of my bum, and it wags a little when you move about.

With those hard balls filling me up I was consistently reminded that I had a tail. As Maggie's pet it is obligatory to walk with Mistress and catch up on some doggy etiquette, lead on and off we trotted, completing a number of circuits round the Playroom and finally ending up in the Clinic.

Most times I would be strapped down on the gynae couch in an instant, but today in my role of dog I was to stay off the furniture. Like every good dog I sat attentively awaiting my owners command, perhaps a little too attentive as my Mistress leaned over the couch in her heels and stockings and started provocatively teasing her dog.

I was soon sniffing and cleaning my Mistresses offered bum-hole as she slowly raised her latex skirt and eased the red latex briefs down to reveal it. I was instructed to get familiar with Mistresses scent just in case we were separated during our shopping trip. That would have raised a few eyebrows if I suddenly started sniffing ladies bottoms to check which one was my owner!

Anyway, with the open face mask, for the first time I had an unrestricted view of Mistresses pert little bottom and made quite a meal of being a good licking and sniffing dog.

Enough doggying. Onto the couch, and cock and balls given a good dousing with cocoa butter. Not gentle this time. Maggie was vigorous with the application and I am sure it was only to get her pet to whine, which I did, as she slapped it on, pulled my balls, thoroughly massaging my ball sac. Continuing the canine theme I was informed I was about to receive a proper pair of dogs bollocks, and after the necessary hygiene precautions Mistress stuck two cannulae in, attached two saline bags and set them infusing. A tourniquet was applied at cock base to help prevent the cock skin from being inflated.

Mistress, concerned that her pet may become bored waiting for my balls to fill and two saline sacks to empty, arranged a little distraction therapy to keep her pet amused for the twenty minutes or so.

First, she completely sealed my face inside a small rubber suffocation bag, but it soon became apparent that I wouldn't be able to last 20 minutes inside there without air, so instead she squeezed me into a translucent face mask with two small breathing holes. With a little concentration, breathe in and out slowly, the time flew by.

Once again, I experienced absolutely no discomfort or even awareness that my ball sac now had 400ml of saline inside. Mistress was very aware and gave her dogs bollocks a gentle squeeze. No roughness this time as I think she was a little pleased that she now had a pet who had adequate sized testicles or at least scrotum. Mistress whizzed out her tape measure to check dimensions, the circumference a whopping 13 inches this time.

Gingerly, Mistress helped me off the couch and we changed into our outside clothes. I had been advised to arrive in loose fitting trousers and that was certainly good advice judging by the room required by my increased sized dogs bollocks, Mistress put on her gorgeous rubber mac and off we went. The inflated ball sac had no impact or distraction on my driving and we arrived safely at the supermarket, where Maggie informed me that we were shopping for ginger - Ah yes, and every time she said 'ginger' I was to massage my swollen balls. She has a wicked sense of humour!

I was amazed at the number of times Maggie worked ginger into the conversation; when I was asking an assistant for help; when she was sizing up the various roots: other times it was just dropped in during a lull, which made our post shop coffee stop most interesting.

Maggie seemed pleased that I managed to carry coffee to her table without any spillage, she said I deserved reward and she would stroke my nose later, but for now her lucky dog was allowed one biscuit!. Actually it was interesting because of the light relaxed conversation and the remarkable Mistress I was with. Back at chambers I was allowed to take a photo of Mistress and her ginger - ah more ball massaging for me.

I had read on various web sites about where the ginger was going and the warming effect it would have once inserted; a process referred to as ’figging’ I believe. So I was a little apprehensive about this one. It was going to happen because Mistress told me it was necessary for the annual worming of her pet, but would I be able to withstand the bum warming?

Mistress sat on my back with knife and tray, peeling the outer layers from the ginger root, shaping the root for my bum size and fixing a rope round it for safer extraction. It was difficult to massage my balls whilst kneeling on all fours with Mistress sat on my back, but Maggie still kept mentioning 'ginger'.

I'm sure Mistress makes up these remedies just to give enjoyment to her dog, as she insisted I would receive six strokes of the senior cane, which in turn would cause my bum to clench on the ginger, which in turn would help the warming and worming process. At least I was allowed to keep my rubber shorts on for the duration of my caning.

And so to bed, or at least attached to the bondage bed with shackles. After all this excitement and pleasure she had given her pet, Maggie thought it was high time that her pet should give her pleasure. Spreadeagled it was easy for Mistress to mount my face, when she said that she would stroke my nose I never thought that she would do it with her red latex panties. Maggie lowered herself onto my mouth, nose, chin and facing forward, facing backwards and any way, Maggie ground away. I was left having some remarkable views of a remarkable Mistress and hearing some remarkable sounds as Maggie used her dog in some unusual ways. I certainly ended up with one helluva shiny wet nose.

This is the face of one happy and contented dog, pleased that I could give my Mistress some pleasure in exchange for all her hard work invested in my training. As for doggy’s pleasure, it was all over in a couple of shakes.

Did I endure the ginger?
Yes, the sensation was warm but not excruciating like I had feared. The cane made a warmer impact but that was supposed to happen.

Did the tourniquet safeguard my cock from inflation?
Partially. Once removed over the next few days as the saline dissipated, some of it moved up the cock and I received a very pleasant puffy, expanded and heavier cock to play with.

How long to dissipate?
Probably four to five days, but I love the feeling it leaves of expanded ball sac and heavier penis.

Are the inflation figures likely to increase in 2016?
Yes in the flick of a dogs tail and without question, but then that is not my decision to make as Mistress Maggie owns the real estate down there.

To the Woods

Ode to my Mistress; Mistress Maggie.

If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise.

If you go down in the woods today, you'd better go in disguise;

For every dog that ever there was will gather there for certain because

Today's the day that Mistress has her picnic.

Every Yorkie dog who's been good is sure of a treat today.

There's lots of marvellous things to eat and wonderful games to play.

Beneath the trees where nobody sees they'll hide and seek as long as they please

For that's the way latex bears have their picnic.

Picnic time for rubber dogs

The rubber dogs are having a lovely time today

Watch them, catch them unawares and see them picnic on their holiday.

See him gaily gad about.

They love to play and shout.

They never have any cares.

At three o'clock their mummies and daddies will take them back home to bed

Because I'm a tired little doggy bear.

If you go down in the woods today, you better not go alone.

It's lovely down in the woods today, but safer to stay at home;

For every dog that ever there was will gather there for certain because

Today's the day the rubber dogs have their picnic.

It had been far too long since my previous session, when Mistress Maggie mailed me to remind me that the four year anniversary of my fortunate entry into her slave training program was upon us. As you would expect from a caring Mistress, she thoughtfully asked how I would like to celebrate. There was only ever one answer that I could make, and I e-mailed back saying I would like her to choose from her 'bucket' one of the activities she wanted to perform before it was too late.

Four days before our next scheduled session I received this rather exciting e-mail:

" . . . Fridays training time has been amended to 1pm.

I recommend that you do some private reading in preparation for Friday. Be a good dog and recap on your obedience and discipline training as practised in session 75, 16 Jan 2015. . ."

I had four whole days to bone up on the aforementioned session, and the night before Mistress reminded me with:

". . . You are required to assist your Mistress with an outdoor fantasy adventure, your job to drive me to a secret location where dogs are allowed to walk. The temperature may be a little cool but the forecast is for fine weather. You will be required to take on the characteristics of a dog, albeit a rubber one, and with further instruction partake in exercise and disciplines as suits a well behaved canine. . ."



My Playroom training in the following disciplines were thoroughly tested on our walk and I was expected to complete -

 Walk smartly to heel

 Stay on command

 Run and retrieve a thrown object
 Jump for an object

 Come when called

 Rest quietly at Mistresses feet

The pictures speak for themselves and can only give a limited impression of what a fantastic afternoon we were able to enjoy. There were one or two special moments. I really delighted Maggie and photographer husband John when I returned the yellow 'fetch' ring cradled in a paw; they both thought that I wouldn't be able to retrieve the ring but I was determined to make it happen, and when I was sitting next to my Mistress with my snout gently cradled in the lap of her rather gorgeous rubber coat.

We were fortunate that the location is VERY secluded, but what would anyone have thought who came across the three of us? Quite frankly, I didn't care. We were out enjoying the autumnal weather, everything decent (apart from maybe when Mistress Maggie was fixing my butt plug tail), and it was a Mistress/friend and her dog out to play taking a few excellent photos.

We returned to the Chambers, a cup of coffee later we finished an excellent anniversary bash with some impromptu action. That in itself is worth a read but I will be reporting on that shortly.

Finally, I would like to thank Maggie's husband John for turning out on a coolish but dry autumn afternoon and taking the excellent photographs despite the remnants of a cold. Thanks John.

With my Little Stick of Blackpool Rock

Mistress Maggie had several tasks for her slave to perform during today's session.

1. Ensure Mistresses feet were well prepared for a visit to Blackpool
2. Reminder/instruction on my behaviour whilst out with Mistress
3. Chauffeur Mistress to Blackpool
4. Visit to her favourite shop, Saints and Sinners to browse and purchase new toy
5. Picnic on the North Pier
6. Buy some sticks of Blackpool rock 
7. Buy make up and lip gloss for an upcoming photo shoot.
8. On return to chambers, address any remedial actions as a result of any infractions

Straight to the Clinic to attend to Mistresses feet. Mistress climbed rather elegantly onto the gynae couch and for the first time in my limited experience, lay back and comfortably rested her booted feet in each stirrup. Maggie certainly knows which buttons to press to gain my attention as I removed each boot. How could I fail to notice that Mistress had nothing on under her short studded leather skirt. I tried not to smile as I manicured and pampered each foot in turn and made a conscious effort when chatting to Maggie to maintain eye contact and not to gaze at forbidden territory.

With the pedicure complete, Mistress smoothly dismounted and put on a pair of tights, and finally I was allowed to replace her boots, receiving good instruction on how to seat the heel correctly within the boot.

Returning to the playroom, I was told what behaviour Mistress would expect while out with her slave; carry bags, open doors, address her as Mistress except in inappropriate, public areas when Maggie would be acceptable, reserved speech etc. When Maggie was satisfied that I had received and understood her instructions we moved on to my physical preparations. Pants down, hands against the wall, a good dollop of lube had my butt-plug inserted like a rat up a drain-pipe and then a good cropping.

I had tallied up a fair amount of indiscretions by all accounts, and as the crop repeatedly struck my ass I again received a reminder; of the instructions for the trip; to appreciate that I’m a lucky slave and not to forget to say please and thank Mistress for her attentions; as punishment for poor worship of Mistress and punishment for carrying play items into the Playroom in a crinkly plastic supermarket bag. All in all, well deserving of the good cropping.

Note to other slaves: avoid this advice at your peril. Mistress does not do cheap plastic crinkly carrier bags!

Finally a tight leather cock strap was snapped round my erection. Hmm! I think I will stick out like a sore thumb accompanying Mistress. Nothing else then apart from pulling up my casual trousers. And off we went, picking up Maggie's black PVC coat on the way, as it was hit and miss whether Blackpool would see rain today.

The drive to Blackpool was uneventful although a little unnerving at times, as Maggie tapped her riding crop on the dashboard at each minor traffic infringement, both hands on the wheel, eyes not focused on the road etc, were all picked up by Mistress.

It took a while to park near Saints and Sinners but as we made our way to the shop, I was pleased that I had heeded Maggie's advice to wear something for rainy weather. Today ended up being bright sunshine but the wind in certain parts of Blackpool can cut through you like a knife. I was wearing my black latex tee-shirt under my 'ordinary' short-sleeved shirt and it is fantastic at preventing that biting wind from getting through to my body. Naturally I wear my slave collar whenever I am with my Mistress and the ladies in Saints and Sinners are very accommodating, nice and easy to talk to and nonchalant about Mistress arriving with a slave in tow; Mistress had warned me not to be too chatty. We ended up after much searching with the only black dildo in the whole shop that Maggie was happy with and a stainless pee through wand for me.

Parking up near North Pier we ventured across to have our picnic and possibly a coffee in the Pier end cafe. I naturally was carrying the camera and sandwich box and whetted my lips as the lid was lifted, the contents looked most inviting. They were - for Maggie at least.

I had my own item to eat as Maggie produced a sealed plastic bag from her lunchbox and told me the contents were my picnic. A very moist, champagne soaked pair of Maggie's pants. Quite a mouthful and certainly effective as a gag. I didn't mind, I love essence of Mistress. Maggie tormented me further by sensually eating her rather edible looking sandwiches. The few holiday makers nearby were oblivious that I was eating a pair of Mistresses used panties, but they may have chanced to see my slave collar and may have smiled as I got a slap whenever I stopped chewing. Did they think I had perhaps said or done something to upset my beautiful companion? I didn't care.

We then had a very pleasant coffee, which might have been uneventful except I am sure I saw the waitress staring at my collar as I bought and served coffee for Mistress. Maggie and I sat and chatted. Unfortunately for me, the coffee drowned the taste of Mistress and I was very conscious that my erection flared up every time I thought of Maggie in just her tights covering her private parts.

Three little sticks of Blackpool rock were bought as we walked to a well known chemist, Maggie occasionally feeling my shirt and the latex underneath as I extolled its virtue as a windbreak. In the space between the chemists floors as I closely followed Mistress on the up escalator, Maggie quietly and almost imperceptibly stuck her leather clad buttock in my face and whispered 'kiss it slave’. I would have loved to linger longer but knew not to embarrass my Mistress.

Having spent a little longer than Mistress had expected choosing the make up, we were late returning and the journey back to the Playroom had to be made in haste. I had had a superb outing with my Mistress and I don't think I let her down.

I found out who one of those little sticks of Blackpool rock was for as I was chained over the Playroom horse, my butt-plug, that I had worn for the whole trip, removed and the rock inserted where no rock should go. Sticky rock does hold an element of resistance as it travels back and forth up your asshole, and only when Maggie had finished fucking me with the candy was I presented with the opportunity to have a lick on it, as Maggie removed the rock and stuck it straight in my mouth before plastic bagging me.

I was told that lesser mortals required less air as she tightened her grip of the plastic around my neck.

My hands were shackled beneath the bench, I was chained to the bench so there was absolutely nothing to do apart from suffocate and plead with Mistress that I was probably better off with the odd breath, but I had to give Mistress a promise before being granted release - to sterilise and insert my new piss plug, make sure I cum with it in when I got home, and deliver photo evidence to Mistress before the chime of midnight. (and I did as I was told).

My final activity? Mistress thought I had behaved reasonably well and treated her chauffeur to a strap-on arse fuck. Not with the newer, bigger dildo purchased today, that would require a deep clean by Maggie before being set loose on her slaves, but the traditional black one I had taken before and handle quite well now. It is a strange sensation to be fucked whilst the sickly sweet  remnants of my Blackpool rock was still around my back passage. I wonder if it had Blackpool through the centre?

One thing is certain, sweet Blackpool rock does get very sticky when it has been up your arse and my thighs were sticking together on the journey home. Another thing certain is that my hard work in training does gives Maggie the confidence to take her slave out occasionally without me embarrassing her. That privilege is not granted easily and requires a lot of hard graft from the slave and even then an outing is not something to expect. It’s simple really, Maggie is in charge and what she says goes.

I hope I didn't let my Mistress down.

A Day at the Seaside

I am pleased and really proud that Mistress Maggie has sufficient trust in her slave after more than 70 wonderfully successful sessions, to allow me to accompany her once again on a trip to one of her favourite adult shops, Saints and Sinners, in Blackpool. That trust has had to be earned though with many smotherings, the occasional beating, frequent bondage, electric treatments, lots of rubber and copious quantities of adoration from her slave and of course instant, unquestioning obedience. For today's session I was entrusted to drive Maggie the fifteen or so miles into the heart of the resort so favoured by many summer visitors.

The butt plug, as always, was expertly slipped in with me simply bent forward holding the cell door. It is a great feeling for a slave to be so easily and readily available and accessible for Mistress that the act of fitting my man-hole cover is so easily achieved. After the plugging I was placed inside the cage and told to wait for Mistress Maggie's return. Wow. When she returned she was wearing her long black latex coat over her simple all black 'normal' outdoor clothes. Anything but normal showing off her fine figure to perfection, with just a hint of breast visible under her lace covered black top. What an incredible Mistress.

As I remain under training, Mistress wisely planned a constant reminder of my servitude by fitting me with one of her solid steel cock cages before leaving the Playroom.

I felt a little embarrassed at this point, not because Maggie had ordered me to strip below the waist, that’s just another instruction that I have learnt to obey immediately and without question, nor the enjoyment I get as Mistress inserts my plug, that too is a normal part of my training, but the fact that my cock and balls were so unruly when being fitted into the cage. It took a couple of attempts, interspersed with not a little frustration on Maggie's part, before she was able to successfully capture both balls and her unruly cock in the cage and say.

'Okay, we are ready to go now’.

I try hard to lay there passively, otherwise I start to get an erection which makes it far more difficult capturing the equipment. It is hardly surprising having a very attractive woman sitting next to me as I lay on the latex covered bondage bed, lubricating cock and balls and then manipulating the cage round your manhood that an untrained slave reacts accordingly. I clearly still have a lot to learn to master the technique of keeping my cock flaccid at appropriate times for Mistresses benefit.

The trip to S&S was largely uneventful, although I was constantly distracted with the natural sounds that emanated with each movement from Mistress and her rubber mac. Of course, being Blackpool in winter the rubber coat was most appropriate with the occasional spots of rain driving in off the Irish Sea.

I did, however, receive a stern warning to keep within the speed limit as my TomTom alerted us both that I had crept up to 77 on the motorway. ‘The next time that hooter goes will earn you a good caning’. A salutary reminder from Mistress that my training includes all aspects of a slaves behaviour whilst in Maggie's charge. TomTom remained quiet after that one warning.

It has to rank as another of the high spots of my training being able to accompany Mistress outside the Playroom and a privilege I have had to earn. Maggie attracting admiring glances from the few brave souls out in the squally weather and me dressed normally but proudly wearing my slave collar, walking as close to Mistress as humanly possible. The ladies in Saints and Sinners were great and take it as a normal activity that Mistress Maggie has a slave in tow as she goes about replenishing her aroma supplies and purchasing the odd item that I know will be 'uncomfortable' when applied back at base.

We were able to stop for refreshments on the way home and we whiled away a little time just talking about this and that. It was just relaxed idle chatter and as we sat enjoying the food, Maggie consumed a whole bottle of sparkling water, smiled with that twinkle in her eyes, leaned forward and whispered ‘You will be receiving some of that later’. The sun had come out, the vista across the bay superb and I was allowed to take a quick picture of Maggie as the sun streamed through the cafe window and danced on the black rubber of the coat. A quite superior photo.

On our return, after ordering me to strip off Maggie once again inserted me in the cage, locked the door and disappeared for a while whilst I contemplated another very successful but all too rare day out at the seaside with Mistress Maggie.

When she eventually returned she was carrying an armful of latex items: a hood, a pump up gag, a bulb pump and a blindfold. They were laid out in a row before me.

This was my first time wearing the new 'system' hood and it is oh so comfortable and a dream for Maggie to fit me in. I stuck my head through the cell bars to allow her more space, and in an instant the hood was fully zipped up, snug and comfortable. Followed by the breathe through inflatable gag, my collar and lastly the blindfold. A couple of pumps fixed the gag in place, not uncomfortable to wear and easy to breathe through both the gag and nose holes. The blindfold is not quite as effective as some of Maggie's blindfolds as small glimmers of light leak round the periphery, but all the same very effective and you cannot see what is happening when wearing it. In fact you are blindfolded!

It was strange that despite the fact I was unfettered, I had no desire whatsoever to move from the position I was instructed to maintain, nor attempt to remove the blindfold. I just stood and waited. I heard Maggie return, unlock the cell door and felt the lead attached to my slave collar, a gentle tug was used to encourage me out of my incarceration. Another instruction to sit on the floor with my back against the bed and only then was the blindfold removed. Nothing had changed. Maggie standing over me in her trench coat with that beautiful smile holding a thin black rubber tube, she bent forwards and fastened it onto my gag. I was of course now piped for drinking and I realised something had changed.

Maggie eased aside the flaps of her coat revealing her piss pants; black latex pants with a see through latex bladder to capture her liquid, the long rubber tube extending from it which was now attached to my feeding tube.

I sat mesmerised as I could see Maggie's liquid filling the bladder and was a little disappointed as I sucked and . . . nothing. Until the tap was opened and I received my filtered version of the bottled water Maggie had promised me. I eagerly gulped down a bladder full, gazing up at Mistress as she stood arms akimbo, smiling at her slave drinking her sparkling pee. I thought I had done really well consuming a bladder full of nectar, only to watch as Maggie first closed the valve and filled up the latex bladder again. Wow! Second helpings. This slave felt really privileged as the tap was opened once more and allowed to feed on more of her juices. I know I am greedy for my Mistress and amazingly a third helping was available. Maggie then said she had had a lot more to give, but thought it too much pleasure for her slave and had disposed of half the wine earlier.

After my third helping and the well sucked dry I couldn't help myself just leaning forward a little, snaking my hands round the now loosely hanging folds of her coat and giving Maggie the gentlest of strokes as a thank you for another session. Fortunately, Maggie did not think I had taken a liberty with this action and allowed me that luxury. She had achieved all this control of her slave simply by willpower and training. No force, apart from the unruly cock cage, no shouting, a little cell time and I would do anything for my Mistress.

A word of advice to any wannabe’s. To get to this level of trust with Mistress, to be allowed accompanied visits outside the Playroom takes a LOT of hard graft on the part of the slave and will definitely not occur in the early parts of your training, in fact may never occur. It depends purely on Mistress.

I suspect my 'control' in future may be a little more physical on occasions and I wont always have the luxury of unfettered stroking. Oh well such is the life of a slave. And I love it.

Shocking Shopping

Mistress Maggie wanted to be sure that her slave was paying attention to her instructions because today was to be an important shopping trip into the centre of town. Not a quick trip to Sainsburys for cucumber, condoms and KY but a proper extended trip with a proper shopping list, several different shops, shopping baskets and trolleys. A proper excursion. Naturally I would be on my best behaviour so as not to embarrass Mistress but to reinforce what was expected, a bit of pre-excursion guidance was deemed necessary.

I knelt on the Playroom floor with arms roped behind, completely naked, which, in itself was unusual but that didn't last long. Maggie soon had me wearing a fetching clear plastic number and black tie on top of a pair of polished clover clamps playing havoc with my nipples. For good measure Maggie encouraged my attention by applying hand pressure to the spiked penis corset. The black tie was sufficiently tight around the plastic for me to pay complete attention. The sooner I was able to understand and accept the rules for the day, the sooner I would be able to take another breath. I was paying attention as hard as my misting eyes and simple brain could manage.

It sounded easy enough even for this stupid slave. What could be simpler. After all, it was highly unlikely that Mistress would expect me to continue wearing the plastic number and black tie although I was instructed to wear my long sleeved black latex tee shirt under my coat. The shirt was very visible to anyone who cared to look but I didn't care. Mistress wanted me to wear latex and wear it I did. I had reservations about the penis corset but I would manage. Even that was removed and I thought I was in for a very easy slave day.

I thought something else might materialise and I was not wrong. Mistress dexterously applied an electric pad to my cock where the spiked corset had been sensitising my member and in went my trusty red butt plug but that was all. Naturally the butt plug would stay in place until our return and I wasn't at all displeased with that prospect. Maggie and I would know what pleasure was happening with my rear nicely full as we progressed with the shopping. I had to ensure no one else knew!

I had experienced a remote control before and was sure I could manage for our extended shopping trip. Not quite that simple, as you  might expect being a slave to an incredibly inventive Mistress.

Maggie's shopping list was foil based. It looked rather strange and a little sinister with wires attached to the shopping list but when I read it, it was quite innocuous and if not for the foil, an ordinary shopping list; bread lettuce, sausages . . . all normal shopping items.

I drove Mistress into town and we chatted pleasantly, me almost forgetting that Mistress had attached her electrode to my cock. Still, it was inactive and not uncomfortable. When we arrived, Mistress discretely attached the Boots tens unit cables to complete the circuit between cock, tens unit and shopping list. The unit was not turned on but I started to get a bit of an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was instructed to carry the shopping list and Maggie led the way into Boots. Rather appropriate that I was quite obviously carrying a Boots electrostim unit in my shopping basket whose wires disappeared into my trousers. No point in worrying. Mistress had planned this trip and I was really pleased to be out with a stunningly sexy woman.

Then it was turned on.

That's when I thought I might have embarrassed Mistress. As I touched the foil backed shopping list I got a shock. Strangely, mainly to my fingers when I gingerly touched the shopping list and then to my cock if I firmly grasped it (list not cock as we were in public!). All to do with conductivity or so I was told afterwards. In either event, grasp lightly, tingly fingers; grasp tightly, tingly cock. I spent the rest of the trip, much to Maggie's amusement, alternating from twitching fingers and twitching cock. Oh well, all in a days shopping for a devoted slave.

After successfully navigating all the shops, albeit a little gingerly at times, we returned, shelved  the purchases and adjourned to the Playroom for a little more intense and obvious latex instruction.

Balls were tightly strung as were my arms to the bed head and I got to wear the snug fitting latex mask as Maggie proceeded to get more fun from her tens machine. Oh yes, and a large current supplied up my rear as Mistress replaced my well travelled red butt plug with one with a little more bite when attached to the Boots machine. I do wish Mistress had added currants to the shopping list, it might have given me some warning as to the surprise that was waiting when we returned!

I also got to investigate a pair of Maggie's tights as Mistress descended on my face for me to get a really close look.

I did say earlier that I could manage this slaves life and I was not wrong. I really enjoy being with my Mistress in public and at least one of the Boots assistants appeared to enjoy overhearing Mistress quietly controlling her slave with the barely audible yet firm command "Come along slave!"

50th Celebrations

Mistress Maggie had decided that to mark our fiftieth session she would treat her slave, and asked what I fancied doing to mark such an occasion. An easy choice and no hesitation from me as I suggested Maggie choose something from her 'to do before too old’ list. Trying to be a slave to an exceptional Mistress is not about me or I, but about how to please your owner and what pleased Maggie was a trip to a local restaurant for a celebratory meal. It would also serve as a Christmas meal for us all.

From my earlier blogs, you would expect this would be no ordinary meal and the other point you may have gathered is that Maggie meticulously plans her activities with her slave, nothing is left to chance. And so it was for our meal. Unusually I received instructions on what was to happen a week before the event; normally I have 24 hours to get excited but this time I got a full seven days.

'You can take me out for lunch on Friday the 13th, I may pick something suitable from the menu for you.

You will need to hire a wheelchair slave, pick one that seems right for you and get it to my house before Friday, so I can inspect it and practise with it before our lunch date. . .' 

Two trips to my Mistress in the same week. It really was Christmas. Wheelchair practise was arranged for Wednesday which set my timetable to locate a hire chair and collect it for our adventure. '. . . just make sure it has handles so I can push you along and folds up to fit in your car. . . ‘.

It was an unusual feeling going into a hire shop to ask for a wheelchair. What was my reason? Why did I need it? I suddenly developed a brother from Yorkshire who was visiting for Christmas and couldn't bring his own chair on the train. Whatever, the story worked and I duly arrived at Maggie's Chambers with my new transport. 

Maggie had already planned the scenario. I was to be secured to the chair with stout leather straps and would be totally immobile. If anyone cared to ask, we would briefly explain that I’d been injured which left me paralysed from neck down. I was told not to worry as I would have a blanket to cover the leather mitts, straps around my waist and chest, upper and lower arms firmly strapped to chair, same with the top of the thighs. The dry run was thorough with one or two adjustments necessary to accommodate the shape of the chair; a neck brace made my slave collar invisible and finally Mistress was satisfied. John, Maggie's husband, would chauffeur us and take photos, Maggie would push me around and all I had to do was to sit still in the wheelchair bondage and not embarrass Mistress.

The chair itself was quite a novelty. None of us had any previous experience with a wheelchair, so we all enjoyed having a ride around in the lounge in it, checking out its pros and cons and generally get a bit of a feel for what it would be like to be truly immobilised due to disability.

Discussions about applying an invisible gag were soon knocked on the head, I can talk too much but Maggie took the more practical approach, deciding that if I were gagged then I couldn't be fed! Maggie seemed happy that her prep had gone well, and with all preparations complete I was sent home with a considerable protuberance inside my pants, full of excited expectation as to Fridays celebratory meal.

Boy, what an exciting two days. The anticipation and suspense surrounding what was about to happen was intense. The calling e-mail 24 hours before the meal did nothing to reduce that building excitement, in fact, just the opposite:

'. . . you can arrive in your rubber shorts under normal clothes and jacket, your red butt plug is required. Bring your black kit bag so that you are fully equipped for some after dinner pervery.

Let me know asap of any food allergies you have or any foods that you don't enjoy.

You can depend on me to make sure you are well catered for on your 50th anniversary slave. . .'  

I eat anything and everything so no worries there then, and so I arrived and had my butt plug installed ready for an exciting celebratory meal with my Mistress and her husband. 

The preparation paid off as arrival in the restaurant went without a hitch. John and Maggie getting me settled in and strapped into the chair in the car-park, covered my bondage secret with a blanket, the neck brace was strapped on and Maggie pushed me through into the dining hall. We were immediately welcomed and directed to our allotted table.

I was pleased I wasn't gagged as we were able to talk in a relaxed way, three friends out to celebrate. Maggie selected toad in the hole for me and laughed as she finally found a very effective yet totally natural gag to shut her slave up. I must say that sausage was beautiful and I thoroughly enjoyed being gagged in public by an incredibly attractive Mistress.

Maggie was in total charge of her slave and allowed me a glass of cider and a celebratory glass of wine. Both, of course, having to be drunk through a straw as Maggie held the glass.

Every now and then her mischievous side crept to the forefront with a whispered tease in my captive ear or the straw just a little out of reach and we chatted and relaxed.

And the final part of Maggie's meticulous planning. A fiftieth 'birthday' cake. Maggie had baked a nice chocolate one and delivered it to the restaurant earlier in the day, the staff had been instructed to carry it out at the end of the meal. The restaurant staff were blissfully unaware of the little play that was being enacted in their restaurant, they appeared carrying a cake with a lighted candle, and to my complete surprise headed towards our table singing ‘Happy Birthday Dear Jo’.

The staff were excellent and I have great admiration how, with me in the wheelchair, we were made to feel welcome and not like a social outcast. I would have shaken their hands but for the bondage mitts that were secured firmly to the wheelchair arms. I wonder if they would have appreciated my slave collar disguised by the neck brace? 

I just hope that Maggie and her husband enjoyed the adventure as much as I did. The picture suggests that Maggie should be able to tick off one more item from her 'to-do’ list, and that smile to me suggests a very happy and relaxed Mistress, which is after all what every slave should aim to achieve.

Oh what a buzz. I can only restate that I must be the luckiest slave alive to be owned and trained by such an experienced and attractive Mistress.

Just for clarification as I am sure someone may be interested, the beanie hat has been electronically added for anonymity and did not form part of my dressing and I know I look old for 50.

The bottom line is Friday the 13th is always a lucky day for me when I am in training with my Mistress.