Disappointed

For the avoidance of any ambiguity with the title of this blog, I can honestly say I have NEVER been disappointed with any of the sessions that Mistress Maggie has so kindly allowed me to experience. In fact, I would go so far as to say that every one of my sessions has been pure enjoyment, possibly with the exception of the odd painful episode, electrocutions, mangina, cbnt etc, but those are exactly what I signed up for and I really wouldn’t have it any other way.

So why disappointment for the title? Well I know today that I failed to perform to the highest levels that I have achieved in the past, and I learned in the session debrief that parts of the session that Mistress Maggie would reliably find very satisfying ended up being disappointing for her. That in turn has led to my disappointment in failing to reach the previous attainment levels.

I will return to this later in the blog but for now I will start with the calling email - 

‘…  Pack your kit bag with black t-shirt and shorts, socks and gloves, plus your butt plug just in case!

Your rubber Mistress will be giving you a lesson in how size matters before wrapping up with a theme that will almost feel like a party.’

It was unusual for Mistress to instruct me to bring shorts and tee-shirt and now my brain was in a fuddle as the mail was so nebulous that we could be enjoying anything and everything, so I arrived with my imagination running riot.

I was greeted by my Mistress in her tight black latex body suit, leopard print latex gloves, with those beautiful legs adorned with a pair of glossy latex stockings and low heeled black knee boots that produced an amazing squeak each time she moved. (That squeak proved most useful in echo locating my Mistress as she moved around behind me.) I have already described the mesmeric effect that glorious derriere has on me, and once again I followed Mistress to the Playroom as closely as I dare, intrigued by the future enjoyment.

Boot worship was divine as usual and Mistress outlined that the session would be in three parts, the first involved me dressed in tee-shirt and shorts with an exquisite latex hood. The horse was manoeuvred out of its resting place and I was handed the anaesthesia mask with the aromas delivery hose attached and told to mount the horse and prepare to have my holes opened. As an aside, I was able to get into a much more open position by moving along the bench lifting my legs off the floor and using that width of the horse to spread my butt. It also had the advantage of my head being off the other end of the horse and allowing easy aroma delivery.

It is an old adage that the size of what will fit in your mouth will fit up your bum and Maggie wasted no time in testing out the theory, sticking the first of three dildos into my mouth. Well that seemed to work as Mistress inserted it into her harness and after suitable lubrication slowly wriggled it into my other end. I think she whispered something about needing to exercise my anus before it healed itself up. Well, that first mounting with a generous helping of long thrusts certainly blew away a few cobwebs. The second larger dildo received a similar introduction to mouth then rear, and by this time I was thoroughly enjoying being f***ed by my owner and having the freedom to self-administer the aromas.

Now her third dildo was huge, or at least it appeared huge as Mistress used my mouth once again to check the girth of the flag pole that was about to go up my bottom. It did go in my mouth, but had it been food I’d still be trying to swallow it! Similarly, it was a tight fit up my bum despite me just having another reasonably big monster up there, Maggie wasn’t too concerned, she put it aside and moved onto the final plug; the electro-dildo!

Needless to say, this plug was administered by hand and was not tested for size in my mouth. A conductive pad was place adjacent to my scrotum and the sensations achieved when the power was turned on was… stimulating to the extent that I had to alert Maggie that much more of this treat would result in a sudden, uncontrolled explosion. At which point Maggie abruptly stopped, leaving me a little frustrated but relieved to have averted premature ejaculation.

Time for part 2 of three of this wonderful experience; breathplay. I was really relieved because it had been a while since Mistress had seen fit to really take my breath away and the lack of practice showed. First of all I was to be squeezed into the tightest of tight latex sacks. This sack started life with only a neck opening and when we first looked at it many months ago, we both said in unison that a great lump like me would never fit in the neck opening. Since then Mistress has given it a full length rear zip. Now that was a fantastic modification. Arms by sides, step in, legs together and Maggie slowly zipped me inside which leaves the wearer looking like a skittle, totally encased from neck downwards in slinky tight black latex rubber and totally helpless. You do need to be careful because it is difficult to maintain balance while so tightly encased.

My lack of balance didn’t last long, as Maggie placed the playroom chair immediately behind me and helped me to lower myself into a comfortable sitting position where two long lengths of hemp finished the job by tying her plaything to the chair. Mistress stood back to appreciate her bondage work before advancing towards me and smothering me with her breasts. Underneath her warm boobs I had to contort my face to allow sufficient air to get round those superb and nearly airtight breasts that had been dextrously applied across my mouth and nose. Being so close to Mistress and being almost unable to breathe was like being in heaven. Smothering by breasts has definitely hit the spot when it comes to getting back into breath play.

Alas, the next part of the breath play was where I really flunked out and disappointed Mistress. I'm a bit of a glutton when it comes to aromas and Mistress had spent some time modifying a plastic bag to allow a cannula pipe through, so I would be able to enjoy aromas along with some suffocation. The cannula was rested under my nostrils and secured in place with two pieces of tape. All was set; aromas were being delivered via the cannula pump as they should be and Maggie sealed my head inside the plastic. All OK so far. But I think I was expecting at least an adequate air supply as I had overlooked the fact that Maggie would be using her plastic bag for asphyxiation, not restricted breathing.

Unlike my first ever session with Maggie, where I was strung up for my first serious bagging experience and had managed to suck up all the available air, much of the plastic and could not wait for another go at breathlessness, I panicked this time and in no time at all I was begging for air.

Of course Mistress granted my request, but I knew that Mistress was disappointed with my total lack of commitment to this, one of her more enjoyable phases of my training. The post session inquest suggested that I'd let Maggie down and that I really had under performed in today's breathplay stakes. I must apologise to my Mistress for this disappointment and I think I need a lot more practice to return my performance to acceptable levels.

After the all too brief a spell of breath play Mistress moved on to the final third of her planned activities, and I am fortunate that she doesn’t hold a grudge because a slave performs badly. I think I even detected a little smile as I jiggled with the nettles and received in return a good dose of hot wax. First of all I was to strip off all my latex and assist with laying out the maroon PVC sheet below the overhead. 

I was still standing in my birthday suit when Maggie began wrapping me in shrink wrap, I held the end of the roll to give Maggie a good start in covering my upper torso. A good tight wrap that soon had me enveloped from crotch to neck with anything above that line now covered by a latex hood. Bearing in mind I could not move my arms at all, it was a little cumbersome getting onto the PVC sheet. I could sag onto the side of the bed and managed to lay down in a most ungainly fashion, but of course I was facing the wrong direction. More excellent planning by Maggie as it was a relatively easy task to use the PVC sheet to slide me through 180 degrees so that my legs could be raised above the bed to a pair of waiting ankle stirrups, that in turn were attached to the overhead gantry, exactly where Maggie wanted me for her forthcoming amusement.

A few good hefty pulls by Mistress had me suspended by my ankles with only my neck and shoulders resting on the floor. I still had no idea where this part of the adventure was taking us; Maggie of course knew exactly where she wanted her slave as she quickly and efficiently wrapped the lower part of my torso. It was actually quite comfortable but I couldn’t move my head to see what was going on in the rest of The Playroom.

However I did get the sense of Mistresses movements, because each time she was preparing a surprise her boots emitted their endearing ‘squeak, squeak’. So I wasn’t surprised when Maggie appeared at the end of the raised gantry and started attaching several pieces of light rope, until there were three cords dangling in strategic positions from the overhead. What did surprise me and I must say concerned me a little were the three holes Maggie created in her perfect clingfilm wrapping; one for each nipple and one at my groin.

What concerned me even more were the two candles that were attached to the dangling cords, followed by a silver wrapped nettle. Ah, I thought I had got away with that pleasure this year. I shouldn’t mention this but I have grown accustomed to and even like the tingling of the nettles. Being the end of summer it was a mature sprig that doesn’t sting quite as much, but I began moving my hips to get a better connection with her hanging bunch of nettles. That action stopped the moment Mistress lit both ends of each candle. Each time I twitched my hips to get a better contact, the dangling candles gyrated and I was showered predominantly across my nipples, by hot wax. Not too hot to burn but hot enough to excite. I found myself in somewhat of a predicament. Do I nettle my nuts, warm my nipples or what? I believe Mistress refers to this as predicament bondage. Well I took the only option open to me. Excite my cock and balls, suffer the hot wax treatment and listen to Mistress laughing.

In the end, I gave up all control, bucked my hips, splashed my nipples and thoroughly enjoyed the various erotic sensations. This part of the session only ended when Mistress detected the smell of burning string and thought it wise to extinguish the candles. Not wishing to waste the situation Mistress straddled my face and we had another bout of far more successful breath play as I was smothered beneath her delicious bottom. ‘Oops, I’ve forgotten to do something’, she said before quickly disappearing from the room. When she returned I could hear the rustle of thick plastic above me. Maggie came back in sight and she had donned her shiny clear plastic pants and promptly mounted my face once more for a final, plastic, breathless finale.

I did notice when we were quickly tidying up at the end of another exciting session that wax had splashed all over the PVC sheet, fortunately without leaving a mark on the carpet. I also got the impression that Mistress Maggie was pleased with this final part and complemented her slave that I had lasted so long and taken so much waxing and nettling.

As I said at the start, I had another thoroughly enjoyable session but I am not happy that I had cause to disappoint my Mistress. Perhaps more practice will bring me back to previous performance levels. Sorry Mistress for disappointing you but a big thank you as I thoroughly enjoyed yet another wonderful experience. With hindsight the calling e-mail makes complete sense and was accurate as to session content. Isn't hindsight a wonderful gift?

Caution: This 1:33s bagging breathplay 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.

An Unexpected Welcome

After 188 remarkable sessions Mistress Maggie is still able to stop me in my tracks with a truly unexpected experience, and this time it was outside the Chambers before I had even entered heaven. A little background to the start of the session might help and a glance at the calling mail I had received -  

‘Your Mistress will be taking you for a walk on the wild side and you will be excused for wondering whether it will be in or outdoors, either way it will be a journey well suited for a sucker for rubber.’

OK, on its own not a particularly unique call, but it did contain a lot of things for me to think about. When I rang Mistress to confirm my attendance I asked if it would be OK to arrive in my latex trench coat, because the weather forecast was for heavy thundery downpours and I do have to walk part of the way. The request was happily received by Maggie.

I parked up, donned my trench coat and hat and set off at a slow amble as I had ample time and it was no longer raining. As I sauntered towards the Chambers, across the street I caught sight of one helluva beautiful lady, her black ponytail wafting over what appeared to be a superb looking PVC mac. Now normally I take no notice of women in the street as I only have eyes for my Mistress, so I was disturbed by this fatal attraction to this stunning raven haired beauty. On a double take and a few steps closer, I realised why I was so drawn to this mysterious beauty dressed in PVC. It was Mistress who had actually come out to greet her slave. There, on the other side of the road with a radiant smile was Maggie. I crossed and we chatted like two old friends that I believe we are, as we entered her Chambers by the front door.

After the sensible temperature check and hand gelling I followed Mistress upstairs, which allowed be to examine her PVC mac at close quarters. It was a black and clear check and underneath I got the faintest glimpse of what I thought was a latex skirt and top. Oh well, I would have to wait to get the full details.

Mistress gave me my dressing instructions and I was soon changed into my latex socks and gloves, and slipped into my lighter weight latex suit. Mistress completed my dressing by slipping a black latex hood over my face and topping it off with my regulation slave collar. Oh I nearly forgot, Mistress also had me bend over the bed to slip my butt plug relatively easily into my butt. I say relatively easily because I am sure my rectum has become a little rusty after 15 months of almost total inactivity. Ah rusty rectum: That could be another nom de plume for this anonymous slave!

Today I was to lick Mistresses nylon covered legs and she lounged on the rubber bed ready for me to begin. Another change from the norm as I am usually instructed to worship footwear and only footwear. Now, the medical definition of leg is ... either of the two lower human limbs that extend from the top of the thigh to the foot.. so you can imagine my thoughts. Perhaps investigate a little higher above the knee!! But only until Mistress abruptly reminded me of her definition ‘…and especially the part between the knee and the ankle slave’.  Oh well, after half a dozen thwacks with Maggie's crop for burrowing under her skirt to higher places, I then concentrated on licking and kissing below the knee and nursing a cropped arse for my improper actions.  However, those same improper actions did confirm my suspicions, that Maggie was clad in latex underneath her raincoat.

It is an unusual sensation licking nylon, it does a good job of drying your tongue, but I was given plenty of time to enjoy the new sensation before Mistress whispered ‘Enough’ and had me roll on my back on the bed. My wrists were pinioned to the bed head then Mistress proceeded to retrieve some very heavy, rattly equipment from next to her Throne. With my limited vision I could tell it was the metal humbler that locks in place. Obviously that was a little 'rusty' too as the key was very tight and unable to undo the lock. ‘It’s no good, I shall have to fix it’, said Maggie, and after a few expletive descriptive comments off she went leaving me secured to the bed head. I lay there and just thought wonderful thoughts about Mistress. Maggie was much happier when she returned. 'WD40 to the rescue and the key now works’. What a relief, I could now have that heavy humbler locked on my balls. Oh deep joy!!!

I have worn this beastie several times and we have developed a successful method for deploying it; easy for both slave and Mistress. Mistress lays all the pieces out on a white towel and assembles the humbler to the front, locks it in place and then all that is required is for me to gingerly raise one leg to place one arm of the humbler against my buttock cheek and then VERY gingerly open my legs as wide as I can and ease the other bar behind my other buttock, et voila. A locked humbler is now in place against both buttock cheeks and don't try to stand upright because the grip on your balls is now truly effective and the humbler starts to do what it says on the can. 

Mistress always thinks of the welfare of her slaves and reaching over she tossed the Playrooms knee pads over, I gratefully attached them and knelt in front of her on all fours waiting for further instructions. Since my last wearing Mistress has created a leather harness that is more aesthetically pleasing and also keeps the humbler very firmly in place. A few nuts were being tightened here and there, especially those that made the pointy metal teeth start nibbling at my balls, it also felt like Maggie had managed to adjust the harness so that my cock was pointing straight down! 

Once satisfied with the humbler’s adjustments, Maggie attached a lead and off we went. She likes to keep me very close to her right thigh when I’m being walked and as always it was a pleasant experience, because when she paused to open the Playroom door I was able to snuggle against that wonderful mac and thigh. Off to the bathroom, another pause, another snuggle as Mistress took on board a glass of water and I was offered a sip too. The next thing to be offered to me was rather more disturbing: a delightfully fresh looking nettle sprig with a pre-prepared foil handle was collected from the windowsill, I did not need to use too much imagination to guess how it would be used. Back to the Playroom and time for a playful game of sting! sting! sting! Surprisingly, despite how tenderised Maggie had managed to get my balls, application of the nettle twig was actually most arousing. 

It has taken ten annual nettle seasons to reach this fantastic point in my urtica dioica training, where several gentle strokes can actually have me wanting more! What has Maggie done to my cock and balls? They are so attuned to pleasing Mistress that even the sting of the nettles brings sweet, tingly, very pleasant sensations.

Off for another walk to the bedroom now, with a few sniffs of shoes there, and I think Mistress was feeling a little sadistic at that point because with the nettles now giving me pleasure she chose to sting me with the riding crop she was carrying instead. I was subjected to 6 crop strokes, each one landing firmly on my already compromised balls, but I was happy because it obviously made Mistress happy. A few more nettle strokes then back to The Playroom for the humbler to be rotated back onto my stomach, unlocked and finally removed. That was truly a walk on the wild side and I hope pleasing for Mistress.

Before I knew it my butt plug was also being removed, to be replaced by a slightly smaller cordless model with vibrating action that Maggie switched to high and zipped back in place. Now was the time to slither into the vacbed which had been taking up a large and prominent position on the floor. Mistress was ready to apply wire electro cock loops to my cock, but a quick examination determined that it wasn’t up for standing to attention, so stick on electro pads seemed a better idea. Maggie twiddled her buttons. ‘Can you feel this circuit in your cock slave?’ Ahhh! Yes, my cock Mistress. ‘And can you feel this circuit in your balls slave?’ Ahhh!, Yes Mistress, definitely in my balls. ‘In that case we can commence’. It was then that the mac came off and revealed Maggie in her stunning latex skater skirt combination. 

One thing to remember before getting into the vacbed is that metal, buckles or sharp objects could potentially damage the latex, so off came the harness and my slave collar and I gently slid in through the side opening.

Once inside I could place my head on the wedge shaped pillow that Maggie had thoughtfully placed in the bag to add a little extra support for what may be a long stay. She explained how she would be trying out a new modified method for aroma delivery and I needed to place a face mask across my nose and make sure the mask spout was aligned with the hole in the vac bag. All went well and I relaxed as I felt Mistress attach a pipe connector to the end of the protruding mask spout and screwed on the breathplay parts she had chosen for the day. Everything was sounding good and I was breathing easily.

For a moment it seemed like I may have to forego being sealed inside the vacbed as I detected a tone of annoyance in Mistress’ voice. ‘Where is that bl***y tube?’, she said. The tube is required to seal the vacbed, and being black in a predominantly black environment was making itself very hard to detect! Fortunately Maggie did manage to win the game of hide and seek, finding the tube located down the back of the latex covered bed and I was thankfully back on route to rubber heaven.

The vacbed was sealed and we were off. The familiar drone of the pump lasted for a while with nothing appearing to happen, then as more of the air was sucked out and the rubber began tightening around me I noticed a sensation not noted on previous vacuuming sessions. In the final few seconds before complete compression, the latex starts to feel cooler and then you are in; stuck and breathing through the new equipment. Through the smoky semi transparent haze of the vac bag I could vaguely see the rhythmic fluctuation of a rebreather bag and then Mistress gave me a couple of puffs on the aroma delivery system.

It is a rare thing to be given aromas without some kind of added sensation, and true to form Mistresses sadistic streak surfaced and the electrics ramped up to just below unbearable. That's where I stayed for a good long while, unable to move any distance yet able to flex bits of body.

The relentless electrics, the vibrations up 'ol rusty’, the gentle caresses from my rubber clad Mistress gliding over my super tight bondage situation, intermingled with the occasional whiff of aroma had the inevitable effect and I exploded inside the vacbed. I didn't expect that result but obviously Mistress was somewhat pleased that her innovative modified breathing system had worked to the extent of forcing a hand free orgasm. 

By the time Mistress thought I had had enough I was truly knackered; far more drained than on any other vac'ing session and it took me a while to extricate myself. Again, care is required when clambering out. If you rush there is a chance of damaging the vac bag, so softly softly.

As this was the first attempt at the new breathing system, Mistress asked for feedback. There were only a few comments that I thought appropriate: bloody fantastic, an excellent breathing system but when Maggie asked me to secure the breathing mask at the start, I should have made sure it was high enough on the bridge of my nose to allow unfettered nasal breathing. I received the effects of the aromas but part of their appeal is the smell as it is drunk in.

Thank you to Mistress Maggie for once again trusting me to trial her new ideas and thanks for another wonderful and tiring session. 

Your faithful slave 'ol rusty rectum’.

One of my Balls is Missing!

It may at first appear to be an exciting resume of a part-castration. Well, nothing quite as painful or permanent as that and I must admit to being quite attached to these balls. However, this is the only activity that I was fairly certain would happen because Mistress Maggie had been particularly vague about session plans in the call up mail.

‘. . . Session plans are still being prepared. You have my permission to remain on tenterhooks. . . ‘

Maggie knows the psyche of this slave well, of course she would, I have been fortunate enough to serve now for seven years this month so the sesquicentennial celebrations last session weren't the only milestone to celebrate, and the idea that I would be 'on tenterhooks' I think would bring a wry smile across those beautiful lips.

Had it not been for my missing ball I would have entitled this blog - The longest five minutes. Sitting in the car, on tenterhooks, watching the clock click over from 14:20 to 21 to 22 ... then finally to 14:25 when I know I am on my way to another meeting with the most stunningly attractive person I could ever dream of,  let alone the privilege of serving her. Those five minutes are like an eternity. Go too early and you dawdle outside or get a telling off for being early. Go too late and you risk a telling off for being late so the only solution is arrive exactly on time, which I once again managed.

Mistress was in her stunning black latex outfit, covered from neck to boot in that wonderful material, except that on top of her lower body were a pair of thick, clear plastic pants. Their shine contrasting quite dramatically with the  sheen of the polished rubber. Whichever way you look at it Mistress was stunning and as we climbed the stairs to The Playroom I noticed a new pair of shiny boots with some very attractive brass pyramid studs down the outside. I knew I would be intimately acquainted with them shortly, which indeed I was. Slightly lower but still substantial heels, knee high, black and very pleasant to worship.

Ah! That missing ball. A few days earlier, one of the red balls that keeps my guiche piercing in place dropped off. I have no idea where or when but the first I knew of the problem was when my guiche, minus a ball, dropped down the inside of my trouser leg and clattering onto the tiles. Fortunately no one was round to hear but unfortunately, the red retaining ball had vanished. I ordered a couple of spares (just in case another ball goes walkies) and they arrived in good time for me to bring them to session. Maggie carefully replaced my temporary repair with the genuine article. At 6mm, the new one is 1mm larger than the previous bar, but Mistress was pleased with the larger replacement and it was easily inserted then both balls secured tightly to reduce the risk of further loss. (Note to self - tighten balls daily in future!)

In no time, Mistress had me and my new jewellery strapped across the horse. A bit gag was fitted and stout rope reins attached to the bridle and, as you might expect the cold glass dildo Mistress had donned during worship was soon warming as she yanked on the reins. I prefer to be called Jo rather than Dobbin, but my new temporary name seemed to amuse Maggie and I was rode like a horse until she was satisfied that my rear entry had taken the stretching it needed, ready for another attempt at retrieving the object 'hidden' in that dark place. After that my own butt plug went in easily to do its job of keeping me stretched.

On with my heavyweight latex catsuit first, then I was told to lie down on the carpet where my wrists were roped to my ankles, because Mistress was determined to have more fun riding her slave and educating me on how much I should like plastic. My face was the saddle, my nose was the pummel and of course my Mistress in her squeaky plastic breeches the rider.

Judging by that wonderful smile radiating from Maggie, I am starting to re-evaluate my material preferences, if face sitting in plastic pleases my owner so much perhaps I do like plastic rather than rubber. However, I would like to point out that despite all that delightful face full of plastic, Mistress is wearing latex underneath. The plastic pants weren't quite as pliable as other plastic Mistress has seen fit to smother me with, and despite the wonderful feeling of breath restriction I was able to wriggle and squirm to obtain a bit of air. Maybe it was that wriggling and squirming that put that wonderful smile into Maggie?

Mistress is truly imaginative and inventive in the apparatus she uses on her slaves. Even though I had moved a silver box off the horse when I had moved it to its riding position, I had no inkling what it was or what it would be used for. It is not in my remit to question such things, so I just moved it and forgot about it. Well, I was about to find out what its intended purpose was, but first I was to be intimately introduced to a new mask that I had read about in Mistresses Tweets.

Mistress has designed her eye mask well, and trivial as this may sound, having long eyelashes sometimes gives me problems opening and closing my eyelids, especially really tight hoods. Not so with this eye mask, it allowed  unrestricted eye movement and through its perspex lenses I could see everything most clearly. Hmmm! Perhaps there is something to be said about keeping eyes tight shut!

Back to the silver box. I was seated comfortably on the Playrooms folding chair, directly inside the confines of the lowered gantry. Mistress gathered some rope and started to tie me to the chair, her knots very secure in a way to keep me immobile and my head was immobilised too, in the grips of her heavy stocks. Maggie paid particular attention to fixing the right levels and angles of the supporting gantry, sufficient to make her slave static but comfortably contained. I couldn't move my head at all but of course, I could move my eyes behind the perspex lenses.

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The last time Mistress had attempted to insert me into her 'standard' head box, my head was too big and we simply couldn't fit me in. This time, Maggie had crafted this from a cardboard box, maybe as a template for a future project (I suspect I shouldn't have said that) but the box fitted well. The inside of her box and lid as well were lined with a very thick layer of plastic bubble wrap. Yes, Maggie was on a mission to plasticize me.

When Mistress closed the lid, it was an effective face pad of slithery, breathtaking plastic. There was sufficient free play to breathe after a fashion and because of the eye guard I was able to look round inside the box. Although not completely dark, all I could see and taste at very close quarters was plastic, plastic and more plastic all accompanied by a nice plastic bouquet. As I said, Mistress is most inventive and what is worrying is what a box made of more substantial material would feel like with my head rigidly held inside and in total darkness.  As a prototype and proof of concept it was breathtakingly successful. As a blue print for the future, well . . .

You may also notice as I certainly did from inside my box, that Maggie had very thoughtfully placed a buzzing vibrator inside my roped hands. Mistress knows that a little bit of breath restriction, a little bit of bondage and latex, a little bit of vibration and of course a face full of plastic can play havoc with my self control. But Mistress is in charge and she navigated her slave all the way 'to the edge' but, just a moment before, the vibrator was silenced. I’m not sure if Mistress allowed my head box an orgasm, but as soon as she had finished with me she diverted her vibrator and teasing attentions to the box and it was making an awful lot of noise, that is all I can say. My whole world was reverberating with the sound the vibrations were making, nothing but buzz buzz, bloody buzz!

I should also add that my self control was further tested by Mistress getting up close and personal inside the confines of the suspension frame. With the box lid open I could clearly see Mistress through the perspex, doing the most lewd gestures with her plastic pants only a few inches away from my captive face. Oh what a slave has to put up with, but I have to admit my liking of all things plastic had been rekindled by my rather wonderful Mistress.

Note the 7 brass studs in Maggie's new boots

Medication to help me appreciate my plastic environment was not forsaken either, sitting on the shelf by my right shoulder was a little bottle of aroma that Mistress kept offering to me. Another unconventional delivery; bottle straight up my nostril, other nostril blocked and told to 'breathe deeply slave'. That hit the spot!

Maggie, determined to continue my re-acclimatisation, retrieved and fitted me into the larger of the two green hazmat suits that we have both enjoyed wearing in the past. This time it was only me that was to be isolated and still wearing my rubber suit I was quickly sealed inside it and ordered onto the bed. Mistress set her electric air-pump to ‘suck’ mode and attempted to shrinkwrap me by removing all the air from within the hazmat suit.

That was one of the few ideas that didn't work. Not for want of trying, but the zip fastener didn't readily allow a sufficient seal around the pump nozzle, leading to an air of frustration, as more air seemed to be going in than being removed. ‘OK. Let’s forget about that idea,’ said Mistress and she just tidied the pump away.

The zip was pulled up fully sealing me inside the airtight suit. It was remarkable how little spare air there was inside the sealed suit and very soon I was begging hard for a welcome influx of clean fresh air. No matter, Maggie has other methods of leaving her slave breathless and promptly laid full length on my by now spread-eagled position on the latex bed.

To bring another excellent session to a close, Maggie treated her slave to a wonderful golden shower but delivered in a most unorthodox and unexpected way. Already sealed in two layers of rubber and hazmat plastic I was now being instructed to climb into a large slightly opaque plastic bag. I was given a gas mask and hose and once the opening had been knotted to keep me in my greenhouse environment, only the end of the hose was visible to the outside world and aroma vapour was being pumped into my mask.

Maggie directed short bursts of her warm shower over various parts of my plastic covered body. I could feel that lovely warm feeling as Maggie pee'd on my face, my body, my groin and anywhere else she could direct the stream, and I was again very frustrated at all that lovely nectar bouncing off my well protected body and gathering in a large pool on the protective sheet Maggie had wisely laid on the floor. It’s a good job that Mistress has a large safety sheet because it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

The poppers delivery pipe we used was designed and created by Maggie’s husband John and is a remarkable piece of kit.

For a final, rather nice touch to bring our seventh year to a fitting climax and move forwards into year eight, Mistress peeled back the plastic as far as my shoulders and released me from my mask. Looking straight into my eyes Mistress told me to open my mouth, after the downpour I would not have believed there was anything left, but standing over my eager mouth she let out a stream of her nectar and her slaves thirst was quenched.

Was I allowed to climax. No.

Was I bothered? No. More importantly, I think Mistress had an enjoyable 7th birthday' session.

Was I converted to a plastic pervert? No not really. I already enjoy all the materials, including plastic, that Mistress Maggie allows me to experience and no matter how much plastic I was exposed to I still had my rubber clad Mistress, my rubber suit and my rubber hood and my rubber eye mask and my rubber gas mask and . . .

I think my Mistress knows, I am addicted to her and anything else is just a secondary bonus.

Next Time . . .

Next time Mistress Maggie presents such an exciting and scary opportunity I hope I am able to grasp it with both hands; metaphorically grasp it, as will become apparent later in my report. But to start with I was greeted by my Mistress in a fantastic diaphanous latex outfit, teamed with a most prominent glass dildo which was twinkling in my direction. Beneath the clear invader were the long, very long white boots that climb all the way up those statuesque legs, almost, but not quite, to the base of her glass sparkler.

It was my birthday so I had decided to bring a surprise to the party; finally plucking up the courage to wear my latex clothes with no covering coat this time, I made my way to the Chambers. The day was warm, and despite very heavy traffic and one or two passing pedestrians no one appeared interested in a happy chappy with a slave collar sauntering down the road like a rubber pervert, carrying my session bag and a big smile. I really needn’t have been worried, though I probably won’t repeat such a show as I think Maggie may have been a little concerned about attracting attention on her doorstep. Even so my surprise made her smile and she had a good feel at my warm latex.

I always get that familiar buzz as I follow the most beautiful derrière up the stairs to The Playroom. Today Maggie’s bottom was framed by the neat rows of ruffles that embellished her skimpy rubber shorts. Once upstairs I was told to remove my latex, the only item of rubber I was allowed were my knee length stockings, nothing else. Not the catsuit or even the gloves, although I was temporarily allowed to keep my shirt. Why? - because Maggie declared that today was going to be plastic fantastic.

I used to be drawn primarily to latex until Mistress helped me realise that it is her that is the aphrodisiac and not the material, though I must admit to still having a preference for Mistress in all her various latex garments.

Maggie attempted a new method of footwear worship, seated down in front of her throne I was instructed to shuffle backwards into the V of her legs. What a start! With the warmth of my Mistress in the nape of my neck, stroking my hair in a wonderful manner, I could have relaxed there all day. The only drawback was that with Maggie's thighs clamped round her slave I was unable to turn my head far enough to do justice to my position. Unfortunately the delight had to end all too quickly and I was instructed to move to the more conventional position and to proceed with the boot worship, which I duly attended to as my Mistress wished.

Kneeling upright again, I barely had time to lick my lips before the sound of crinkling plastic came from a freshly opened bag and my head was soon enclosed inside. There is nothing like a good bagging to make you feel glad to be alive, and I had the added bonus of being able to gaze adoringly at my captor with her sparkling glass dildo, which seemed to have forgotten which bit of anatomy it was intended for and took the liberty of poking me in the eye!

More plastic, this time containing a small celebratory birthday tipple poured from a rather nice bottle of red. We then relaxed with a toast and enjoyed the wine. I have had 6 birthdays now in the company of my Mistress; that is 6 years where I have really felt alive and I wished for the next 6 years in heaven and the next 6 . . .

Maggie roped me to the horse very lightly and mounted me with the glass dildo, gently inserted and accompanied with a soft whisper of ‘happy birthday slave’ I was being ridden to heaven. There was no necessity for the ropes, I would willingly have remained prone, but I do feel more owned by Mistress when I am wearing restraints, particularly whilst being mounted. Most enjoyable.

Feeling a little underdressed in only my birthday suit and latex stockings we adjourned to the White Room, where the room had already been prepared for the plastic fantastic. Spread out on the couch was the thick plastic body bag that I have lovingly occupied in the past, and that very nice clear plastic hood with the two breathing holes.

Once comfortably fitted and secured inside the hood I climbed aboard and was sealed and strapped into my new home for the rest of the afternoon. I love that hood. It restricts breathing but allows sufficient air supply, every breath is worth it if only for its distinctive plastic bouquet, more importantly I get a very clear vision of my Mistress as she moves around the Clinic preparing my next pleasurable experience.

Mistress set up a breathing circuit for her patient and held an anaesthetic mask over my mouth, the aroma accompanied by sweet verbal encouragement from Maggie sent me into a deep relaxed state. She removed my butt plug replacing it with a Bardex enema pump . . . Ah, an enema was coming my way. ‘Are you allergic to peppermint slave?’ she asked and I confirmed that I wasn’t. Mistress then mixed up a solution and filled up a huge syringe making sure that its contents were infused right where the sun don’t shine.

I was feeling quite warm and grateful of the peppermint’s cooling properties, a little of the cordial had trickled down my cheeks and collected in a cool pool at the base of my spine. It certainly wasn’t going anywhere in the watertight plastic body bag and the liquid soon warmed as my treatments progressed.

I could have stayed all afternoon like that; breathing in and out carefully and gazing at my beautiful Mistress as she liberally applied cocoa butter on all of her slaves available body parts, rubbing it in with her warm hands. Maggie zipped up the bodybag to seal everything in, flicked the room heater up to high and started playing her industrial strength hair dryer all over my plastic covered torso. Today had just climbed quite a few degrees warmer.

Encouraged by the results of the warming on her subject, Maggie began to stir the mix with her violet wand, making sparks jump from my saturated skin. I think other forms of electrical 'enjoyment' for her simmering pot were considered but she opted for the wand as a simple, safe, sensible and sane way of bringing her slave closer to the boil.

Unfortunately, I had to lose the plastic hood because the aroma mask and breathing holes just wouldn't play together, so staying with the plastic theme Maggie simply bound my head with clear plastic bondage tape with a loose flap across the mouth. Now that worked a treat and it allowed comfortable use of the anaesthetic mask while administering gradual doses of aroma. The mask was obviously attached to a rebreather bag because when Maggie told me to ‘take deep breaths slave’ I could hear the breathy noises as I breathed deeply.

So long as you breath in and out quite slowly, the rebreather allows sufficient air to keep you going indefinitely, yet it is torture of the most delicious kind. You have to concentrate on breathing while Mistress goes about her other tasks that certainly do not aid concentration. Maggie has trained her slave well and I had no problem maintaining a steady rhythm despite more heat, more massaging and more peppermint.

Mistress covered me up in an extra layer of green plastic now and began heating it up with her hairdryer. By now I’d had another two huge syringe fulls of the peppermint enema and the aromas were having a wonderfully calming and relaxing effect. I realised then what Mistress meant in her somewhat ambiguous calling email - 'I thought I might take you for a swim for your birthday. Your rubber Mistress will be keeping an eye on you as you float away and manage the extra water at the deep end.' 

Despite the continuous efforts to really heat me up, with a combination of the cooling peppermint, soothing body butter and relaxing aromas, I felt absolutely wonderful. Too lazy to actually swim anywhere, but more than happy to float in all the juices.

Operation time, and I really didn't feel the staples being punched into my groin area. I wont say cock and balls because by the time my Mistress had finished with them they had ceased to exist.

Picking up another syringe she injected a good dose of lubricating jelly behind the staples and into the operation area. Mistress was dissatisfied with her stapler, it had only dispensed a few staples before it went faulty, she was genuinely disappointed and threatened to send it back. I know that when they work properly she finds a stapler far more user friendly than the sutures she previously used.

Oh well, that's progress and Maggie likes to keep abreast of all new methods of entertaining her slaves. Speaking of which, Maggie did stand very close and began stroking my pinioned cock, baring those wonderful breasts to taunt me with their beauty. That really was torture. How do you normally react when such a wonderful vista is presented? I am a hot blooded male and I would normally start to get an erection. Erection with what and where was it going? So I tried my hardest to look, admire and stay comfortable within the staples.

As we were coming to a close Maggie asked if I wanted to remove the staples myself. Imagine, making my way home wearing my nice tight pair of latex briefs covering what used to be my manhood. That thought is so exciting yet so disconcerting. Would it hurt once the aroma had worn off? What would happen when I received the photos with the staples still in situ? How do I pee? Would I be able to walk and drive home because I didn't fancy having to remove the staple half way home! I opted for the cowards way out and asked Mistress to remove them. At the time, that was a good move with no pain or discomfort, but I am seriously contemplating a different decision next time Mistress Maggie staples up her cock and balls. Next time. . . .