Filming

On Thursday afternoon I received my calling mail from Mistress Maggie, the final sentence of the mail had me intrigued;

‘Make sure you do good grooming as I intend to do some filming’.

Out of curiosity I looked up ‘filming’ in the Chambers dictionary and it returned:

A series of images, often of moving objects, recorded and edited to tell a story, present a subject, etc, and shown in the cinema.

Now Maggie's comment and the definition were as intriguing as each other. Was I to be the next James Bond, but a rubber one? Jo Nep 003.5, that has a certain ring to it. Or was it to be a documentary on a day in the life of Mistress’s rubber slave? Or even a simple training video on how Maggie encourages her charges to extend their horizons?  Perhaps an Oscar...

Well, whatever Maggie had planned it would sure to be an exciting excursion into the world of film making and it wouldn’t be long before I found out. I rang the doorbell to The Chambers to be greeted by a vision of loveliness. Maggie was wearing what I think was a new black rubber bra, the most prominent feature being a pair of pert nipples standing out against the latex. A latex hood and ponytail topped off with cap, and lower down Maggie wore black latex stockings that disappeared underneath a tight skirt of transparent latex.

Mistress’s bum cheeks were perfectly visible through her latex skirt and I almost succumbed to planting a kiss on one of them as we proceeded upwards to The Playroom, but once again I managed to restrain myself. One of these days I will do it and then risk suffering the consequences, it will be worth it for a confirmed rubber pervert like me. Arriving upstairs I donned my latex shorts, socks and gloves and very conscientiously worshipped Maggie's boots, Maggie was in charge of a riding crop that can deliver quite a crack, however she used it very, very lightly and dare I say it’s capable of delivering a very sensual tapping when used that way. 

There was neither a plug or a dildo used for initial ass stretching, instead I was to wear an open faced hood and was instructed to take my place over the horse where I was lubed up and Mistress took me from behind, so gently and without vigour initially because my bum wasn't pre stretched, but then as my ass became more receptive, the phallus eased its way in until there was nothing left to insert, at this point Maggie increased the tempo and gave me a thorough rogering. I love the feeling of power that Maggie exudes whenever I am taken, I simply want to be mounted by my Mistress, I love the sensual stimulation it generates and once felt I never want it to end. My memory returned to a time when Mistress got a little carried away with the mounting and the horse was genuinely rocking... such happy memories.

Once thoroughly ridden Mistress removed her dildo and harness and filled the gaping, well used orifice with an inflatable butt plug that was to remain there until the very end. Raising myself up off the horse I took a pretty hard slap across my face… ‘You were advised to do good grooming’, said Maggie in an obviously displeased tone. She had spotted a little stubble on my chin and I must admit it was quite visible when framed by the open faced hood, although I had made sure my lower regions were as hair free as possible with a copious application of Veet the previous evening.

It was at this point that I realised I had used the wrong Chambers edition to research filming. Mistress Maggie’s version of The Chambers' dictionary gave a totally different definition of the word; to cover your toys with a stout layer of cling film. This was the type of filming I was to be involved with, starting right now!

Standing under the gantry I watched as Mistress wound her wide roll of clear film around me from my knees to my nipples, leaving my lower legs and arms free to allow sufficient movement to reach The Clinic, and waddling like a plastic duck, Mistress guided me there.

Once inside I was told to sit on the latex covered couch, a much more suitable position for Mistress to complete my filming. When she was satisfied with her hard work I was fitted into the clear plastic hood which had two good sized holes to allow for adequate re-breathing and a pair of googly goggles placed over my eyes instantly changed my vision with their kaleidoscopic lenses giving the whole room an eerie vista.

In her role of rubber nurse Maggie now began explaining today’s order of events. I had become her plastic coated alien and as such she needed to undertake certain experiments to determine what species I was. By now I was hooked up to the rebreathing bellows and receiving a stream of aromas and I was starting to believe that I was that alien and this beautiful earthling nurse was going to 'investigate' her plastic toy.

Maggie started the tests by cutting away at my plastic skin, discovering what she took to look like a humanlike nipple, her scissors were kept busy until she had created two circular holes at chest level. The two curious pink buds required further investigation, steel stretchometers were attached enabling her to check their elasticity, a long needle through each bud allowed the buds to be wound upwards and their stretching progress observed.

Maggie appeared quite excited by her observations, noting down her results, she mentioned to the creature that she was going to stretch its buds’ areas a little further using suction cups, which looked like female breasts when seen through goggled eyes like mine.

Fitting the breast cups proved a little tricky because of the close proximity of my tightly pinioned arms, but after a little manipulation my nurse was satisfied there was an airtight seal and pumped away quite happily. The suction was immense and also facilitated the taking of a small sample of red body fluid from her alien patient. At this point I think alien let out one or two noises that sounded a bit like a squealing pig.

Nurse Maggie then turned her attention to a bulging area of my body that could possibly be reproductive organs. After opening up my plastic skin my supposed ‘reproductive organ' felt a blast of earth air and on being touched, began to swell. Maggie massaged it for a while before giving the organ some suction too with what she called a penis pump.

As she continued pumping my beautiful nurse put her hand on my face, disabling my breath holes, after a time this causes an alien to panic and move its head wildly, my organ swelled even more and once again I started squealing like a pig. 

The results with the penis pump were satisfying, and she concluded that with a little pneumatic assistance aliens also have organs that can be stimulated to grow. Conclusion, yes this alien likely has reproductive organs similar to humans.

To reinforce her conclusions about the similarities between human and alien organs, she applied several electrodes around these strange appendages and at the same time, conscious that this alien may be struggling to breath in the Clinic’s oxygen rich atmosphere, she applied a full cover anaesthesia hood and reverted to pumping the same CO₂ supplemented elixir that had pleased her alien earlier. When electric, constant vibrations and wafts of elixir were operational at the same time Maggie observed the alien with interest for a while, and came to the conclusion that there were a lot of similarities between kinky humans and this plastic coated alien currently on her operating couch.

By now, this alien had picked up some human dialogue and was able to thank Mistress Maggie for undertaking these valuable experiments on her captive subject.

Caution: This 02:19 clip has audio.

A Lighter Session?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Internet Ideas

In the intervening period between my wonderful sessions with Mistress Maggie, I frequently seek solace by aimlessly browsing the ‘interesting’ areas of the internet, and if I come across a video that floats my boat I will imagine if it could be useful to my Mistress. As I have mentioned in previous blogs, my training sessions are all about pleasing Maggie and as such I never prescribe any actions for her to take. However, I have had good telling's off because of this lack of input, so occasionally I will send a scenario or even a link to a video I have viewed over to her.

Because Mistress does take care of all her slaves interests, she may or may not try to incorporate all or part of my offerings, but not normally for a few weeks. This means it is not fresh in my memory and when the suggestion materialises, the surprise is genuine. On this occasion, with it being a long break over the Christmas period (Happy New Year by the way), I had spotted two videos that piqued my interest.

The first scene was a woman who indicated she liked appearing in public wearing an almost invisible gag. I searched for appropriate clear medical tape, located a source and ordered several rolls of differing sizes to experiment with. When they arrived, I wasted no time testing and deploying the gag and although it took several attempts because activating the tape was tricky, I finally mastered the actions and dropped Mistress a note outlining what I had found.

This internet idea turned out to be a major disaster. I was instructed to bring the tape to this session and once I’d put on some latex and presented myself at her feet, Mistress also had a go at trying out the invisible gag. I had lost sight of the number of attempts I’d had at home before I was able to satisfactorily deploy an effective gag with the tape; probably a dozen, and I was not wearing latex gloves as Mistress was. It wasn’t going well and I could tell there was increasing frustration in Mistresses voice after each attempt at peeling the back and front of the tape covering. Mistress as always persisted and after several attempts managed to deploy the gag. ‘So that’s what you like is it slave?’, she asked, ‘and how do you intend to worship my footwear now?’. 

My inability to answer resulted in several heavy slaps to my face, so heavy that I am certain I saw little stars dancing around. Mistress was clearly not impressed with the tape and I hastily removed it and got down to what I had been trained to do; a good boot licking accompanied by cracks of her riding crop on my ass.

Now the second suggestion, although only a couple of days ago, was partly incorporated into the session by Maggie. I will enlighten you a little later, but first it was time to climb into my latex uniform of thick working suit and hood. I was then instructed to kneel on the latex bed where a piece of cold steel was pushed up my ass in the form of an anal hook. That sensual little plop as the bulbous head finds its way through my sphincter always generates a very pleasant shudder as it sinks home. Using a good tug Mistress tightly latched the hook onto a leather harness that hung down my back. Pulled tight meant I was held upright otherwise its neck strap would start to choke me. 

Continuing her predilection with leather restraints, Maggie produced more trustworthy items from her collection; a pair of armbinders. These were part of my revealed fantasy and Maggie was now attaching them to my arms. Hands were pushed deep into each mitt and the lace pulled tight until both arms were quite rigid. I had suggested a single armbinder in my fantasy, but Mistress knows that it could soon become too problematic for a slave of my years, whereas individual armbinders are just as effective, can easily be adjusted and are more versatile. My arms were pulled behind me and three straps drew them closer and closer together. 

I got such a boost when Mistress complimented me on how far she could pull my arms together, as quite a few slaves have difficulty with this exercise. Imagine compliments from your owner, I felt like I was walking on air! That didn’t last long, and I was soon brought down to earth with the fixing of a relatively short but very heavy leg spreader, my mouth was then filled with a bulging rubber bulb gag and a lead snapped onto my collar. Yes, this was another part of the fantasy. I was going to be taken for a walk round the Chambers. 

It is incredibly difficult to get through doorways with the spreader on, if I were to attempt the ‘normal’ waddle walk I would batter chunks out of doors and skirting boards, so believing I'd had enough face slaps for one day I developed a crablike gait to get through doors sideways. Thankfully I managed without any damage and we ended up in the bathroom where Maggie needed a pee. She deposited a good few centimetres into a jug right in front of my eyes. If that wasn’t sufficiently frustrating, Maggie removed the gag and bending a little instructed me to lick and clean her bottom. I strained to get my tongue onto her sphincter and managed a few wonderful moments before Maggie moved off, carrying her jug of pee and dragging her slave behind. A brief sojourn into the second room to allow Mistress to cover herself in her plastic suit again and change her belt, then a final crab walk back to the playroom. 

Mistress obviously knows how to pleasure this slave and had me bow to my Majesty. Of course I did, and the strain on the anal hook got stronger and stronger the deeper I was instructed to bow, and of course I loved it because it was amusing Maggie.

Mistress then pointed out I would be going into a bodybag, but before I was granted that privilege I was sat on the wooden chair and received the luxury of having my cock pumped and then stuffed with sounds. With a grin, Mistress said that I needed to be stiff if I was to be sealed in the corpse bag which was already laid out on the bed. It certainly worked, I always appreciate a good pumping and my cock was treated to Maggie’s glass sounds today.

Obviously the spreader had to be removed before I could climb into the corpse bag, and the straps to the armbinders were also disconnected, but I opted to keep my latex hood on as it was comfortable and cosy. Mistress began fitting me into an inflatable gasmask hood, in a strange way I was glad she did not pump it up, because it gives incredibly pleasing sensations; you breathe in and out and the outer hood ripples in sympathy with the breathing. To avoid any fiddling about once inside the body bag, Mistress attached a short length of rope to loosely tie my wrists behind my back.

The corpse bag consists of an inner and outer layer, the inner layer being more like a transparent pouch. Climbing into it was easy as I have been well trained and once Maggie was happy with my positioning she attached electrodes, creating a couple of electric circuits round my cock and balls. Because there was no access for leads the power box had to be enclosed in the bag with me and a mass of pulsating sensations were soon to be felt caressing my nether regions. A hose attached to my gas mask would be my only link with the outside world. As I lay there I realised the wrists ropes were incredibly effective at stopping me from fiddling with my stiff cock. My incarceration time had arrived. The plastic inner cover was eased round my head and I could just make out Maggie's wonderful body encased in her plastic and rubber, then the outer covering was zipped across and I was in complete darkness. 

I was once again able to enjoy quiet solitude, to focus on how incredibly fortunate I am to be a slave to my stunning Mistress. Every now and then I could just hear the hiss of the aromas pump as another dose was administered, but other than that noise I could hear very little. I imagined my Goddess moving silently round her bodybag, occasionally gently touching the bag to ensure I hadn’t become a real stiff and ruin all the good training. All the while the pulsing electrodes were continuously massaging my cock and balls.

This went on for what seemed a long while and I wondered what it would be like to stay in this state for ever until I noticed a subtle change to my breathing. I first detected a bubbling and realised that Maggie had now got me breathing through a bubble bottle. A few seconds later I could detect a different mild scent and realised that I was now breathing air through Mistresses pee. What a sensation. All my air was being fed through Maggie's waste material and I loved it. I could taste Maggie, and as I wasn’t able to drink the nectar it was fantastic to breathe and taste that scent. Then I detected a mingling of aromas with the pee scent and spent a good ten minutes deeply immersed by this magical mixture. I learnt later that Mistress had added a few drops of aromas to the bubble bottle. 

I lay there breathing in and experiencing Maggie’s gentle touch and wishing the electrics could be turned up a little. That wasn’t gong to happen because as I said, the unit had been sealed inside the body bag.

Apart from the face slapping earlier which I clearly deserved through my stupidity, I had the most wonderful experiences from Mistress Maggie and the solitude I experienced inside the dead bag further cemented my feeling of devotion, dedication and love for my Mistress.

Thank you Maggie.

Warning: This 2:03min corpse bag bondage clip has audio

All White Now!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do Pigs have Orgasms?

I have found this blog the most difficult to pen in all my 11 years of enjoyable training with Mistress Maggie and hence why it has taken more than a month for me to start the writing. As a result the narrative may be shorter than I would like and some of the finer details a little lost in the mists of time. This was the main reason why I started the blogs, in order to act as my memories, and I am disappointed with myself for this delay.

The problem was not that of session content, as always that was exemplary and Mistress was superb in her imagination and ingenuity, nor was the problem with anything but my own sub-space. The session was likely to be the last for a long, long time due to Mistress needing essential medical maintenance on one of those beautiful legs. This enforced abstinence made me realise that it would be a while before I could once more serve and this did my head in. However, that off my chest, the words are starting to flow and I must write what I can remember of the session.

I didn’t arrive empty handed, instead I brought a bunch of flowers for Mistress, purely because she likes them and deserves them, and I was greeted with Mistress superbly turned out in her black sleeveless latex top with gloves past her elbows, a black peplum skirt and nice tight belt pinching her waist in, she took a big sniff on the flowers, accepted them with a ‘thank you slave’ and I was ushered into the Chambers. I was pleased Mistress had chosen a nice pair of black lace up boots because they offered both a large area for some serious worship and they looked like they would not irritate her poorly legs. I was excited too that Maggie had asked me to bring my new red latex catsuit and accessories and as I found out later the new suit would be receiving a suitable christening.

Encouraged by Mistresses feathered riding crop which teasingly provided me with either a slap or a tickle, I set about my worship. My boot cleaning duties were far more extensive than the previous session where Mistress had insisted that I ‘washed’ her shoes. This act of complete abdication of any authority to Mistress always gets me in the correct mindset or sub space to be fully compliant with any and all of Mistresses desires and it worked. Conscious that I really did not want Maggie to put too much strain on her legs, I was eager to move the Playroom horse to an appropriately close location so that Mistress could easily bend me over and insert my trusty red plug in its soon to be red latex covered arse. 

Although the suit has not been chlorinated, with a good coating of talc and ankle and wrists zips opened, I slid easily into my red rubber cocoon. I’d ordered it in a slightly larger size because it is made of thicker latex and the fit was perfect. Zips closed and I was happily ready once more to become Mistresses rubber plaything. Maggie being that wonderfully mischievous character that she is, insisted on trying all the other zips. The nipple zips have twin sliders which we hadn’t previously noticed, which allows a nipple to be captured between two zipper sliders should nipple play be on the menu. Fortunately not today.

The main zip has 5 fasteners to allow considerable flexibility in their positioning, Maggie soon had them adjusted so that she had my cock and balls exposed yet still have the butt plug secured inside with easy access for later. I was granted a few whiffs of aromas straight from the bottle, then a simple, tight rope tie had my cock and balls secured. A quick pull to tighten the rope just to the extent of being most arousing and they were zipped back inside my suit. Oh well, perhaps they may be granted more attention later in the session.

Ah, I had been hoping that Mistress might experiment on me with her new hood. She had documented the Pig hood on her Twitter feed and it looked incredibly interesting. No eye holes and only a small, single hole in the middle of the snout for breathing. It is a superb hood to wear with it being a good thick latex and laces up tightly and locked, yes locked in place. I could just wiggle my snout and get a feint view of what was happening in the small pinhole view of The Playroom, but that was soon blanked off when Maggie secured a tight head harness ready for attaching her pig slave to the rafters. 

I was sat on the Playroom’s folding chair and chained to it, meanwhile the head harness was also raised on chains leaving my head securely clamped onto the ceiling ring. There I was, like any good pig, strapped to the ceiling waiting my fate and for good measure, my front trotters were secured to my neck with a wrist binder. Now that was VERY effective and you will see why in the attached pictures. 

Mistress, pleased with the overall effect of the pig head said she wanted to do a few experiments on her guinea pig to see how far she could develop the potential of the hood. Well, what could I do? Being a Guinea pig with a snout hood on it seemed appropriate to respond my acceptance with an oink oink! Maggie found that amusing and when she started laughing it got me oinking more.

The first test had Mistress attempting to administer intoxicating aromas into the new hood. Using a long cotton bud soaked in the heady perfume she could send the aromas in via the hood’s small hole. That experiment worked to a limited extent within the confines of that single small hole. 

The second was a spot of suffocation by blocking the hole and I found that hard to manage. To be honest I wasn’t expecting it and the reservoir of air inside the snout is very limited. It didn’t take Maggie long to realise that she had better hoods in her arsenal to suffocate me with!

Now for the next experiment, Maggie wanted to see if pigs had orgasms and how they compared to humans when it comes to such matters. With my cock and balls still tightly tied and bunched up inside my latex suit I was left with one of Maggie’s vibrators strapped to my crotch and wildly getting on with it’s business. We soon found out the results of that experiment. The vibrations were relentless and I now realised the purpose of the tight cock and ball binding, compounded by very sensual stroking by Mistress of her rubber pig it led to the inevitable conclusion. Yes pigs do have orgasms!

This was not going to be my last memories as Maggie had a comprehensive Act II planned. Having been released from the chair I was ordered to the floor with my ass exposed and an inflatable bung was inserted between my buttocks and, yes of course, Maggie gave it several pumps to seal it in its new temporary home. A jug of Maggie’s pee that she had produced earlier was retrieved and piped into me using her Higginson pump, I could feel her pee as it found it’s way through the butt plug into my colon and was sealed in place with a suitable bung. Aware that a loose bung can be prone to leakage, a few more pumps ensured there was a good, tight fit between plug and bum leaving me feeling well and truly stuffed.

I helped Mistress to lay out the thick red PVC sheet across the floor and eagerly accepted the system mask and gag ready for what I assumed would be more piss play. I was not wrong, but Maggie decided not to keep the gag in place as this would interfere with hers (and my) pleasure. A little more detail emerged for Act II as I was instructed to climb inside an extremely large plastic bag, once inside I was advised that Mistress had a full bladder and intended to share the contents with a very willing recipient. What I hadn’t anticipated was the sheer volume of fluid that Maggie would gift in my direction.

The first part to go with the flow was my now exposed cock and balls that I had messed up earlier. There was something most soothing and quite erotic to have a beautiful woman simply piss on your privates. Next to receive attention was my mouth and head. I was able to consume quite a few squirts but inevitable pee seeped inside the mask and I was drenched. The final act of complete submission on my part was enjoying the remainder of Maggie’s bladder contents, liberally directed over the rest of my body. I was very awash with the luxurious liquid and loving every minute of the feeling that Maggie had permitted me to experience.

Not quite finished yet. Maggie drew the plastic bag over my head to make sure her slave was well and truly covered in her nectar and even allowed me a short time of breath play as she massaged the plastic over my hooded head. The final act had Maggie wrapping me up like a sausage roll in the red PVC, where she could sit astride her charge and massage my lower abdomen with those wonderful legs and thighs.

On this occasion, because I was covered in Maggie’s piss, we agreed that a bath wouldn’t go amiss before I donned my vanilla coverings. That in itself was a truly marvellous experience, to have your Mistress bathe and shower her slave until I was clean and piss free!

I started by mentioning that I was having difficulty with sub-space. Having now penned this blog, re-lived all the fantastic memories and had time to really think about Mistress Maggie, I am now ready to be back in harness, serving the most fantastic person a rubber slave could ever want. I will wait though until Maggie feels ready to accept her slave back in training but I am now in a much sub-spacier frame of mind!

Note: This 1min 56sec clip has audio

Boil in the Bag

This was a good session to start my next 100. A really thorough whipping from Mistress Maggie and a good boil in a bag experience. I appreciate there is some debate as to when a new century commences, logically you have to complete a 100 years before moving on, but current thinking is that I already started my third century of training in session 200. No matter, whatever the definition, session 201 was another step forward.

I started as I mean to go on by asking Mistresses permission if I could stroke her bottom with my latex gloved hands. In the past I have surreptitiously attempted to stroke her bottom at any stolen opportunity; following Maggie upstairs to her Chambers or when she moves around the medical couch, but I now believe that I have been taking liberties and should be a little embarrassed for my familiarity without her consent. I need to start 201 with a positive acceptance of my worshipful desires, if her answer was no then no it would be, however it transpires that Maggie likes having her bottom gently stroked and caressed by a chlorinated latex glove, and the answer was 'Yes’. Yippeee!. 

A quick, painless and sterile catheterisation.

There has always been a running order for our sessions and bottom stroking hadn’t been on Mistress' menu, but a little deviation from her plan was easily accommodated and I spent a glorious five minutes when I returned from the bathroom with my latex gloves on being given the joy of actually stroking her magnificent globes without fear of retribution. 

Maggie was wearing a pair of tight fitting briefs and I can well understand why she does like having them stroked, because the feeling from my perspective of latex on latex was out of this world. I spent as much time as Mistress could fit in the schedule, just gently stroking and giving her cheeks the occasional granted kiss. I am not sure how it has taken this slave so long to have the guts to ask for Maggie’s permission, because her bottom is so kissable.  

A gas mask was rapidly and snugly fitted over my head; neoprene based with a standard rubber frontage, and the final attachment was the aroma pump hose. It felt superb; snug, secure and rubbery. The final addition was the insertion of my own butt plug as I laid prone over the high horse. Either Mistress is getting to know that hole better or that hole is getting more accommodating or, as I suspect a combination of both but in any event, in it went and a firm pat to ensure it was seated.

With my ass raised up and my head firmly on the bed to give Mistress better purchase and a better swing, I was instructed to self medicate on aromas as she set about warming my arse, back, sides and occasionally balls with a mix of hard and satisfying splats from her leather whips. I actually enjoyed this bare arse flogging…  I know, another dangerous admission for the future! But I had control of the aromas bulb which enabled me to turn the sensations into pleasure and I also knew I was pleasing my Mistress. The only time I jumped a bit was when Maggie administered an up and under, landing fairly and squarely on c**k and balls. This amused Maggie and I delighted in that wonderfully alluring stifled laugh each time she struck home and I jumped.

Boy, did I welcome my latex suit immediately after the flogging. As it went on, the latex was cooling against my very warmed up arse and body. It felt wonderful. 

I did have to bid farewell to my own plug so that Maggie could replace it with her chosen metal electrode. Once wired and tested, Mistress zipped up the suit so the small metal plug was safe and snug inside me and the wires were the only elements protruding. Mistress attached a lead to my slave collar and led me through to The Clinic.


In recent chatter on Mistress Maggie's Twitter feed, we were bantering about her Hazmat suits and how short life might become without air, along the lines of  -

Masked up and ready for the sealing.

Maggie:  '...but with your head zipped in you're more likely to die of oxygen starvation after 2 minutes, unless you have the correct breathing apparatus....' 

slave : '...It would be fun to check out what breathing apparatus you are thinking of...'

Maggie: '...I’m always happy to experiment. I know ways of getting air to a plastic isolated guinea pig.'

And she sure did, as Maggie went on to show me during the session.

The first part of the procedure was to fit me with a catheter. A squirt up the urethra with lubricating, anaesthetic jelly cannot be hurried as the numbing anaesthetic takes about five minutes to work and allow painless insertion, but does give Maggie time to prepare the other parts of her catheter kit. No sooner had the five minutes elapsed than the catheter was in, a urine bag attached and my balls were enclosed in an electro sheath. When Maggie attached the control box to my belt I realised that I was going to be totally and cleverly enclosed in the hazmat suit without any need for external connections, apart from air of course. This scenario was starting to get really interesting and very exciting.

Totally sealed in. Even the pee was self contained. 

Now I was ready and we proceeded to don our hazmat suits. I felt really privileged that I was able to do something really useful by assisting Maggie with her suit and then her green wellies. Once again, my previous training paid dividends as I remember how to assist with the boots and they slid on to her feet like a dream. Maggie made sure the collection bag and the electrics to bum and balls were all inside the suit, firmly attached to my belt, then the zip was pulled, sealing the attachments and me all together inside the plastic Hazmat enclosure suit.

Ah yes, the method for air delivery. I had a plain black hood fitted in place of that rather nice gas mask, then a simple green anaesthetic mask was fixed on top of that using a matching mask harness, and a flexible hose was passed through the crown of the suit to supply air to my mask. This allowed the zip to be totally closed with an almost airtight seal and that was almost that. Maggie applied light cuffs to my wrists and I was breathing easily through the plastic tube.

With my head raised up on an integrated pillow I could gaze out through the plastic, and I was quite happy that I had a full view of my beautiful Mistress. I thought this was going to be a piece of cake. I could breathe easily, could see Mistress and started to relax although I was becoming aware that the heat inside the hazmat suit was starting to rise. Oh well, I do like a little bit of warmth in session.

Maggie enjoying her slave.

Breathing got a little restrictive to say the least when the twin rebreather bags were brought online, but on the positive side Maggie had rigged up the system to deploy aromas while I kept the rebreathers rising and falling for her. My breathing became quite laboured but I tried my hardest to keep the green bags moving in the rising heat.

Things got a lot steamier as Mistress Maggie raised her hood and manoeuvred herself a LOT closer to her slave. Had it not been for the plastic suit, the fact that I was restrained, the mask and that it was against all the rules, I would have leant forward and just kissed those beautiful lips that were now only centimetres away from my own. I was getting hotter and sweatier by the minute and I don’t just mean the inner temperature of the suit and I really didn't want the session to end. Mind you I never want our sessions to end but time was marching on. 

Mistress turned on music from her iPod and for a while directed it through the headphones that I had to wear over my isolation hood. My hearing was now nullified and I couldn't hear anything but the music. However, Maggie enjoys a bit of music as well, so when my musical isolation was over she grabbed the headphones for herself, and spent some time bouncing about on both her bed and patient in her Hazmat to some favourite tracks. 

The last few moments were taken up with a very naughty and provocative Mistress teasing her slave by dialling up something shocking, and even savaged my groin area with her Hitachi wand. It was actually the most pleasant 'savaging' that I could wish for and a big thanks to Maggie for another wonderful climax to another wonderful session.

Just as an aside, we have worn these suits on a couple of occasions and I continue to admire the extra work Mistress Maggie has invested in cleaning off the perspiration they create and keeping them in tip top condition.