Clear Idea

My mind began pondering as soon as I received Mistress’s calling mail on Thursday -

‘Your rubber Mistress has a clear idea that I am busting to carry it out’.

There were many options that I considered relating to her clear idea. Was Mistress going to fill my clear plastic pants with pee or nettles or something equally ‘enjoyable’? Was it the clear inflatable plastic hood that is so clingy and tight once inflated? Was it the clear plastic lenses in one of Mistress Maggie’s sensational hoods?... Then, ‘I am busting to carry it out’ was pretty obvious. I was probably going to be deluged in pee or even be lucky enough to taste a fantastic amount of Maggie’ s golden nectar? I didn’t sleep too well mulling over the many combinations, but eventually drifted off to sleep with a very pleasant erection.

As I made my way to The Chambers for today’s training session I barely gave the options another thought, but when stuck in traffic once more my mind began to wander, this time settling on the dream of being a full time rubber slave to Maggie. However, such a dream soon becomes a nightmare when the reality of such a mammoth change to my life surfaces. 

There are many, many reasons why this will never happen; Mistress has quite categorically stated she does not want/need a full time slave; it takes a LOT of concentration, time and commitment for even our all too brief Friday sessions to be a reality, and the added pressure of a full time d/s relationship on both parties would soon become intolerable. I’d imagine Mistress would tire of my waffling when I could not maintain her high standards 24*7, I have a vanilla life as well that is dear to me… 

Lights change, I’ll come back to this at the next set… I envy those individuals who say they are 24*7 lifestyle slaves but are they being honest? For me, this dream ever being a reality will remain a fantasy, something that will never come to pass and with that realisation I arrive at the chambers door ready to serve my Mistress once more with my whole heart and soul.

Mistress answered wearing what I thought was an incredibly sexy black catsuit. Suitably corrected, the catsuit is PURPLE slave, I did correctly view the black corset belt and shiny black knee length boots. In my defence, entering the cool lighting in the hallway from outside did interfere with my colour perception. It all looked black to me!

I followed Mistress up the stairs, her undulating latex covered cheeks seemingly urging me to give them a kiss, but of course my training prevented such an indiscretion. Instead, it was Mistress’s boots that required the kissing and once in the Playroom I eagerly set to work making them shinier than they had ever been, and once again this was accompanied by Maggie encouraging me with her butterfly crop, a crop renowned for its particularly stingy bite. This provided some amusement as the crop is now well aged and the butterfly kept flying off. What else would you expect from an active butterfly? Naturally, with me already being conveniently on my knees it was my job to retrieve the butterfly, but even with Maggie reducing the strength of her wallops the pesky insect kept trying to fly away. It amused me and Maggie was having a right laugh.

Definitely Purple not black

It didn’t take long for my own red butt plug to be lubed and installed into its temporary accommodation. The satisfying feeling as its last rib slips into place is one I always look forward to and leaves me well filled. The sensation didn’t last long, just sufficient to prepare my bum for its next visitor. This remained a mystery until I’d done a quick shimmy and shake into my working Invincible catsuit. The zip in the appropriate area was then opened sufficiently to allow removal of my plug in exchange for a pair of electric Kegel balls. At Maggie’s request, her husband John had modified some of her electric toys since my last session, each one has its own dedicated cable now, meaning there’ll be no more rooting around to plug them in and eliminating the chance of wires being accidentally pulled out during play. The preparatory stretching with my own plug had obviously worked as the Kegel's offered no resistance as they disappeared deep inside me. A quick test, and yes they worked! 

Reinforcing who is in absolute charge, Mistress ordered me to lie on the bed and once she’d applied shackles to my wrists I was secured to the bed’s corners. Mistress knows that these temporary restraints are not necessary, because had she said, ‘lay still on the bed’, I would have complied without hesitation, but it added to my sense of servitude so I enjoyed being restrained for as long as it took for my crotch zip to be opened a little further and for adhesive electrode pads to be attached, one pair either side of my cock and balls and another pair at the top of my inner thighs. I was surprised with this configuration, I’d been expecting at least one circuit to be pulsing along the length of my shaft, but Mistress knows best and I was happy to go with her chosen flow.

With all the cables collected together, they were pulled through to the outside of my catsuit and the zip pulled up to seal me in. Mistress quizzed me on whether I had guessed what she would be doing with her plaything today, and started to explain the meaning of her calling mail. The ‘clear view’ to which she had referred was a reference to another good wrapping in transparent cling film. I was to be seated on Mistress’s throne, unfortunately without the comfy cushion that Maggie always sits on. That in itself would eventually become a form of torture, because I have learned from past events that prolonged sitting sessions on the Throne can be hard work on the muscles, resulting in a growing discomfort. Oh well, if that is what Mistress wants, so it shall be.

Well, at least the initial discomfort of sitting on the hard wooden throne was ameliorated, as I received some extra latex to wear in the form of a tight hood and a wonderful pair of inflatable mitts. These slipped on easily with a bit of talc but remained deflated for the moment. Maggie now got handy with her cling film rolls with a narrow roll for delicate or hard to film areas and a wide roll for the easier parts.

The initial filming was around my head and neck with the narrow roll avoiding my nose and my mouth, I could see very clearly despite several layers finding their way over my eyes. The wider film was used between my neck and bottom, just above the seat. An unusual addition was the inflatable latex collar which like the mitts was left deflated for now. Mistress, always aware of her slaves wellbeing asked if I was still comfortable on a few occasions. Well, yes as comfortable as the hard chair would permit, certainly the filming was very comfortable.

Maggie raised my feet and began wrapping the narrow film around them, taking time to form it tidily around my toes, the rest of my lower body was attended to with the wider roll right the way up to meet the upper body filming. As you might expect from a very organised Dominatrix, before wrapping my abdomen, Mistress made sure the group of electric cables were considered and a suitable aperture created so they could be threaded through the film to ensure easy attachment to her electric boxes. I could feel my buttocks going a little numb on the hard, unyielding, wooden chair, but I was to become even more intimately joined with it as Mistress picked up her large roll of cling film again and using several layers bound her slave to the chair itself. I became Mistress’s throne, unable to move and a bum that was feeling the pressure, as it happened, in more ways than one.

It is very frustrating to have the electrics ramped up when there aren’t any electrodes attached to your genitals, yet stimulation is being received in immediately surrounding areas; tingling stimulation just to the left of your genitals, tingling stimming just to the right of your genitals, more of the same underneath your balls and the Kegel balls hidden up your bum stimming your insides too, but no direct stimulation of your cock or balls. Mistress really knows how to edge this slave. By now I had my rubber mitts inflated and the rubber collar as well and I was surprised how relaxed and out of control I was feeling.

Maggie, I think, wanted a little fun and offered me the choice of breath play with rubber or plastic. I wish she wouldn’t do that, it means I have to weigh the response. Would she like me to say rubber or film? I chose rubber and out came a roll of rubber bandage. Mistress took her scissors and cut a length from it, just long enough to tie around my film covered head, which immediately removed the last vestiges of free air flow. She had me gasping, but after a short while I discovered that with a little subtle movement of my tongue, I was able to get the merest of air flow and sucked in what little air I could. 

It enabled me to keep going for much longer than Maggie had expected or hoped for. What really kept me going was Mistress’s close proximity, the occasional caress, the increase in electro-stim and the ability to gaze on her beauty when she floated in front of me. I got the impression Mistress was not too enamoured with the lack of breathlessness from her slave, so I was given a second chance to impress her, this time with the help of plastic. My rubber bandage was removed and a single layer of clingfilm was stretched tightly over my face, I had no air available now, but again, after a short time I had managed to make a very small air hole. Afterwards Mistress told me that the film had worked better, however, I had not suffered as much as she’d have liked from this breath play scene.

The electrics were ramped up a few notches and Maggie attended to the film surrounding my latex hood, cutting it away and allowing me some momentary relief. Not too much as my mouth was soon stuffed full with an inflatable tube gag. We were now ready to move on to the next phase, as outlined in her calling mail . . .  ‘Busting to carry it out’.

Mistress had been storing her pee all morning and she produced a bag with a considerable amount of what turned out to be her personal chilled champagne. But what really turned me into a slobbering wreck was the sight of Maggie opening her catsuit zip and depositing another large amount of fresh pee into a strategically placed jug. The sight and sound of my Mistress standing and filling the jug right in front of my eyes had me salivating. Then I watched as she slowly opened the bag of pre prepared pee and added the steaming contents of the jug into the bag. She showed me the bag and there was exactly a litre right in front of my face.

She hung up the bag of pee on a nearby stand, then connecting its outlet tube to my mouth gag I became a sealed recycling unit for Mistress’s pee. I could breathe through my nose and at the same time drink all that was offered. The occasional pump of the bag’s syphoning bulb gave an increase to the flow, not enough to overfill my mouth, but enough to keep me sucking and swallowing. When the pee wasn't being pumped, I took hearty sucks on the contents, eager to empty the 1 litre of pee from the bag. I managed every last drop and it is fair to say I was no longer thirsty!

The cling film that had kept me secured on the chair was now removed, and although still being very much wrapped up like a mummy I was gently helped onto the latex bed where Mistress took off my hood and gave me an S10 gas mask instead. For the second time today I was to lie down and Mistress cut away a hole to extract my cock and balls, she then strung them up on a bondage board and proceeded to cover them in punishing steel clamps. At this point I started to panic.

The stimulation of my cock by the clips, plus the continuous throbbing from the electrics had the contents of my bowels and bladder starting to complain. I really didn’t want to release the litre of consumed pee nor the aforementioned bowel contents into Maggie's Playroom. What a disaster that would be. I really had to beg to be allowed to go to the toilet. 

Understanding the emergency I saw Mistress snipping with her scissors unlike never before, at last I was free from my plastic wrapping and rushing across the landing. And boy did I need to go, but only after I had to removed the cock clamps that Maggie had evilly left in situ. I gingerly removed the Kegel balls, they’d been much easier to insert than extract on this occasion . . .  For all the wrong reasons! I sat for a good ten minutes, most embarrassed that I had to deal with these bodily functions within a stone’s throw of Mistress.

Mistress did have something else that she wished to inflict on her slave but that will wait for next time. Apart from the last 10 minutes of utter shame I had another thoroughly enjoyable experience of serving Mistress Maggie, but I suspect in the near future Maggie will be making sure she gets more satisfaction from her breath-taking activities. 

Thank you Mistress.

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