BDSM Fundamentals

The calling mail indicated . . . I will take you back to the fundamentals of BDSM, where you will be bowing at my every command. . .  and so Mistress Maggie summoned her very willing acolyte to continue my slave training with my exceptional Mistress.

Bowing began immediately as I went down on my knees presenting myself at Mistresses feet. I was asked to give her boots a thorough tonguing to give them a deep clean; my first mistake. I thought Maggie was wearing ankle boots; this mistake attracted heavy slaps as encouragement to worship the full length of her knee length boots. I don’t know how I could have missed that. I usually grab any excuse to do long flowing worship up Maggie's stunning legs. The boots Maggie wore did a good job of matching her latex stockings and I really thought they were ankle length and my worship and cleaning had to stop at ankle boot level. I am, after all, only a stupid slave, and now a stupid slapped one.

After helping me into my rubber catsuit, I was hooded, butt plug inserted, and Maggie told me to lie on the rubber bed where I was 'eased' into the Gates of Hell cock cage and told to maintain an erection. At that point, maintaining an erection was the least of my worries. Mistress then got to work tying me into a simple rope harness, which provided the foundations for the next stage, chair bondage.

The folding Playroom Chair was already in position, with cock and balls exposed and arms behind, I was loosely secured. The black steel leg spreader was roped at ankles to relentlessly spread my legs, well that is what a leg spreader does, and then attached to my bound wrists. That was effectively providing the only real attachment to the chair. I could move, but I wouldn't and didn't as I was plunged into a state of real mental torture. Mistress used a leather blindfold to rob my vision and rubber gag to pump up my cheeks. Maggie knows how I love watching her move seductively round her prey, but I was only able to feel her fingertips as she teased my nipples with strokes and pinches or just stroked my latex suit. For me, the torture of the blindfold is just as real a torture as the nipple clamps I was about to experience.

Mood music was quietly playing and in my sightless state I drifted towards lyrics from Tommy* (well almost anyway).

I'm your wicked Mistress Maggie

I'm glad you won't see or hear me

As I fiddle about

finger fiddle about. . .

Wicked Mistress Maggie applied nipple clamps and was hell bent on testing which ones would make me gasp the most, helped by the plastic bag of course, and when Maggie deemed it necessary, 'another half turn' of the nipple screws increased both the grip and the gasping. Before applying the first set of nipple clamps, Mistress had gently applied a little talc round each exposed bud and I thought how nice Maggie is to her slaves. Hmmm! De-greasing the nipples to provide better grip for those pesky little nipple clamps!. As I said, Maggie plans for everything.

Then a real surprise and treat, although not unprecedented. Maggie climbed inside the plastic bag and appeared to enjoy a little shared restricted breathing with her slave. I tried not to breathe too heavily as I wanted Mistress to remain in such intimate close proximity for as long as possible. I savoured her warm closeness as we gasped, cheek to cheek inside the warming bag. I could taste the air from inside Mistress as she breathed in and out and held the bag tightly shut against both our imprisoned necks.

The difference of that dynamic being that when Maggie had gasped enough, out she emerged with a warm moist glow on her cheeks, whilst I was left increasingly excited, frustrated and feeling a very warm glow inside the bag.

When finally I was let out of the plastic, an O-gag was forced into my mouth and secured with a tight head harness and Mistress used this to yank my head back and produced several large doses of spittle, each accurately deposited down the centre of the gag. I have promised to do anything for my Mistress and these deposits were like little globules of honey as Mistress shared her saliva with her slave.

Leonard Cohen was now moaning quietly away in the background but I couldn't help thinking of another couple of lines from Tommy*.

. . . But tied to that chair you won't go anywhere


There's a lot I can do to a freak. . .

Mistress said I was not gasping enough and would be progressing onto another head trip that would have me open my mouth wider and out came the latex suffocation hood. I was first introduced to this hood during my second saline infusion and there is not a lot of room inside for spare air, but this time Maggie slackened the neck tie to allow just sufficient in for it to be worn for a longer period.

Tension and frustration were really starting to build by this stage, regular nipple clamp tightening continued and once again Maggie's clever planning and attention to detail was evident. Rather mischievously, she attached a vibrator to my slave collar with a short length of playroom rope, switched it on and let it dangle. By judicious bowing and careful aim I could make contact with my lower bits and rattle on the Gates of Hell! Incidentally, contacting a vibrating vibrator on the cock rings plays a most unusual tune as well as rather nice sensations.

Yet more mental torture. I was to follow my orders and bow to Mistress on command. This meant two possible predicaments: Sitting upright, I could just make out Mistress through a haze of amber light through the latex suffocation hood, but the vibrator was then too high to stimulate, or I could bow forward to make contact then only view Mistresses boots through my restricted position and get more pain from the nipple clamps.

I am unsure how many times Maggie commanded me to bow, but I soon learned that it was best to obey quickly, as my left cheek was attracting a lot more unwarranted attention, earning a heavy slap or two whenever I reacted too slowly.

One final change of head and cock gear resulted in Maggie fitting me with the s10 gas mask, along with electrodes to replace the Gates of Hell, but not before I received two very welcome gulps of refreshing, cool water from Maggie, delivered directly into my mouth by my Mistress. She drank but didn’t swallow instead, at very close quarters, touching my lips, spat the cool liquid directly through the opening in my hood and into my mouth. A most efficient method of giving a slave a drink and not a drop was spilled.

I do wish Maggie wouldn’t ask her stupid slave to make decisions about my training. 'What program on the e-stim slave?'. How the hell do I know? I'm only a simple slave and do as I'm told. Two I blurted out and two it was. Perhaps next time I'll be bold and use the untested programs five or even program nine!

Generous to a fault Maggie also changed the nipple clamps. By this time my nipples hurt like hell but at least Maggie appeared amused by my discomfort and I got further visual stimulation through the s10 as Mistress donned her own gas mask hood. What a strangely exciting sight as what was once my stunningly attractive Mistress was transformed into a stunningly attractive alien, and an alien who was in control of the e-stim box to boot.

Program Two started gently, sending a consistent pattern through my genitals for quite a while, then I could feel the pulse being massively ramped-up by Maggie and I was left to wriggle and stew for a couple of minutes whilst my alien Mistress watched her tortured subject from the comfort of the Playroom bed. Mistress decided that it was time to bring the session to a close and she stood next to me and positioned the e-stim controller so I could see the display through the s10. The display showed a bright number 40 and we quietly watched the number changing as Maggie turned the dial and gradually reduced it to zero. I was left shaken, stirred, nipple tortured and thoroughly frustrated with all the unfulfilled excitement.

Even after three days, I can stroke my sensitive nipples, recall another excellent session and raise a storming erection. Mistress Maggie is real good at this slave training job.

* For the uneducated: Tommy is a rock classic by the Who.

Goodness, Gracious, Great Balls of Fire

One of the most superb, fun and enjoyment packed sessions with Magical Mistress Maggie; having its foundations laid several months ago when I favoured a Flickr photo showing a pair of saline inflated balls. Mistress had contacted me several weeks ago, saying she had seen the photo and had begun preliminary research into the practicalities of satisfying that particular fantasy. No promises yet, as it would be an entirely new procedure for Maggie to perfect, but it had my mind soaring. Mind you, I should have predicted this. After all, on her website Maggie invites you to call her ‘If you are looking for a skilled Mistress to fulfil your fantasies . . .  ‘. It’s now more than four years since I made my call, Mistress knows what makes me tick and has identified more of my inner-most subconscious desires. As always Maggie was right; she knew exactly what drives her slave.

The session started in familiar territory; my catsuit laid out to warm on the rubber bed, while I was sent to the cooler bathroom to dress in latex gloves and stockings, just the way Mistress likes me when I present myself at her feet ready to serve and worship. Maggie was wearing attractive white strappy sandals over the top of her long latex stockings. I was given permission to kiss, lick and suck all parts, including the latex, but instructed not to stray beyond the very top buckled strap.

From this oblique angle I could make out the severe bruising on Mistress's left thigh, she had briefly mentioned an injury in her calling email. I just wished I could have kissed that better, but the area was still painful and definitely out of bounds, so I concentrated on her shoes and latex feet. Mistress did comment that I looked good with the heel of her sandal sucked deep into my mouth.

Ordered under the gantry on my back, Maggie stepped on my bare chest and promenaded along her soft human platform, just so I could receive the very best impression of her shoes. My time spent cleaning them had had good purpose, as who wants to be stabbed with stilettos that haven't been cleaned. And all these extra privileges because I said I loved the shoes. Next time I'll mention what lovely wellies Mistress possesses!

Next the ceremonial insertion of slave into catsuit. The powder dusting, stretching the tight latex over my body, the sound of those zips being pulled closed and the spray with Mr Sheen. 'Eyes closed slave.' followed by the chill as the spray polish hits latex and the oh so charged polishing of my second skin. Once hooded, I am totally enclosed and transformed into Maggie's rubber slave: I love that feeling. And the final apparel for her slave today, the superbly crafted and snug fitting upper body harness that any self-respecting slave craves for.

I am not proud of my poor achievements in the laundry stakes. Those who have followed this blog will remember a very happy outing to Blackpool where Mistress fed me a meal of her moist panties. I was sent home with instructions to launder them, which I did, before returning them to their plastic envelope and storing them safely in my perv bag.

When Mistress, out of the blue, asked for their return I thought nothing of it, as I knew I had hand washed them. I mounted them on a piece of stiff cardboard inside an envelope and posted them to Maggie. To my eternal shame, they weren’t laundered to the high standards expected by Mistress and this session was to include a lesson in hand washing. Handling a bar of soap is not easy with latex gloves on, but Mistress was insistent I use hot water combined with gentle soaping, then a lot of rinsing. I was back and forth between sink and playroom, holding up the panties for inspection several times, until Mistress pronounced she was satisfied that I knew how to wash a pair of her panties. It was strange how the panties had taken on the smell of the cardboard, but by the end they smelt like freshly laundered lingerie. A lesson well learnt and should Mistress ever entrust me with a similar activity, she has my promise that I shall be washing and rinsing those panties many times before returned them to her.

Maggie moved the low bench beneath the suspension frame and had me lie on it, with ankles strapped high onto the overhead frame and wrists secured beneath the bench. She stood towering above me waving a huge syringe. For a fleeting moment I thought Maggie was going to inject my scrotum from this position. Instead she sat down, making herself comfortable on my lower abdomen, directed her heels back into my flabbergasted mouth and demanded her slave begin licking. Her syringe was fully loaded with liquid, Mistress pointed it at me and let out a squirt warning me what happens to slaves who don’t lick heels properly. I instinctively opened my mouth to receive the thin stream of liquid, faintly golden coloured through the clear body of the syringe, the taste instantly recognisable as essence of Maggie. Then back to licking those white heels.

As Mistress adjusted her position from abdomen to chest, she turned to present those perfectly rounded fishnet covered buttocks to within inches of my eager gaze. Mistress outlined the procedure that was about to happen to me, and asked if I had any reservation at all about her inserting a cannula into my ball-sac and infusing a quantity of saline into the scrotum. I listened intently but I had already gathered as much information as I could from the Internet, and what Maggie outlined was exactly the 'best practise' advice that was available. In any case, my balls and scrotum are owned by Maggie to do with as she pleases and I have complete and utmost trust in my Mistresses abilities. I must say, it gave me a real thrill to know that Maggie is going to perform a brand new procedure, and it made me feel a little special knowing that I was trusted enough to be her genuine guinea pig for the operation.

I was taken to the Clinic and eased onto the gynae couch where Mistress finally fitted my butt plug, an unusual harness was deployed to hold it firmly in place which was pulled up between my legs securing my balls, cock and midriff to the couch. It felt like the base of my cock was in a steel clamp but the pictures show it as the tan coloured restrainer. I could tell Mistress was just a little anxious about the imminent new venture, as once again she asked if I was happy to proceed and once more I reassured her. Excited yes, worried no.

We were ready to begin. Off came the black hood to be replaced by the white latex re breather; controlled slow in and slow out deep breaths have proved to be the best way of managing this model. Occasionally, and only when I was breathing out, I could see what was happening through the air hole, but thereafter all events were effectively blind. First of all a nice sensation as Maggie massaged a generous dollop of cocoa butter into cock and scrotum. Maggie had produced a clear set of instructions and I could hear her reading them out loud. One: Put on gloves and apply an aseptic field. Out came the sterile cover and carefully placed over my abdomen. Two: Hang saline bag high on the IV stand. . .  It was great to hear this running commentary, not because I couldn't see but because I knew Maggie was following each step in minute detail, and I love to hear her voice, particularly when 'blind'.

And so it went on. Sterile gloves; antiseptic wipes; extract tube; check for kinks; (I thought the only kink was the one lying on the couch!). A minor hitch had Maggie quoting a few chosen expletives. Adjusting the flow regulator wasn’t as straightforward as it seemed, my cock and balls ended up receiving an unplanned wash down with sterile saline solution, and the tubing had made contact with the floor.

After a few extra notes of annoyance and exasperation Maggie opened a new sterile tube. Only to be expected, as Maggie is meticulous in her adherence to a sterile environment. I did try to say that the odd hiccough was inevitable when trialling a new procedure. This comment did not help at all so I lay still and concentrated on my breathing.

When Mistress was finally satisfied with bag and regulated saline flow, it was time to insert the cannula into the scrotum. That was the least painful injection I have ever experienced. Although I was told I might feel one, there was barely a prick as the needle went in, then no pain whatsoever. The tube was attached and finally I heard a contented sigh that suggested Maggie was feeling happier.

As she attempted to use a piece of medical tape to secure the cannula to my balls, that hint of exasperation returned again. Medical tape and saline drenched scrotum are not happy companions and the meditape wouldn't stick. A couple more expletives until Mistress realised that the needle was secure without tape and she finally relaxed. I could hear her moving round, checking the cannula was still safely inserted, checking her slave was OK and it was then down to gravity as the saline slowly filled my sac.

There was very little sensation to suggest that my scrotum was gradually expanding. I felt occasional movement as the sac eased to accept its added load, but no discomfort at all. In fact, if it hadn't been for Maggie's positive comments about her now owning a much bigger set of balls, I wouldn't know they were being inflated.

Every now and then, Maggie would grab and comment on them becoming a bigger handful; that was definitely a nice feeling as Mistress cupped and measured her slaves growing ball-sac. The circumference at the start was 7.5 inches and after saline 11.5 inches; quite a presentable increase for our first attempt. It took around 20 minutes for my saline infusion and Maggie estimates that after spillages 190ml of saline was injected into my ball sac. 

I gathered Maggie was pleased with her procedure, as she spontaneously tied a rope round my inflated balls and guided me downstairs to show off her achievement to her husband. I’m not convinced he was that interested, but Maggie did insist on having me do a celebratory dance to Gerry Lee Lewis's ‘Great Balls of Fire’. It could have been worse as the alternative was 'I am Saline' by Rod Stewart!  I do love her sense of humour and mischief and although I dance like Eeyore, the dangling rope looked like it was enjoying itself. Certainly where it was attached to was enjoying the moment. Thanks John for not laughing, too much, at my saline filled ball sac.

Back to the playroom for a little breath play. Maggie positioned me once more on the low bench but this time seated with legs astride. It is at this point that I should mention to any slaves fortunate to have their balls inflated, that it’s essential you remember that your scrotal sac is considerably larger than you may be used to, and best to concentrate when sitting down. I manhandled my balls out front and then eased myself down.

The heavy stocks were locked round my neck and attached by rope to the overhead; a little movement of each pulley and I was sitting rigid, save for a little play backwards and forwards. The rope allowed the wooden stocks to slide along the heavy metal frame. Quite deliberate and once again Mistress shows her expertise when designing how to restrain her slaves.

This session wasn't going to be allowed to end without a bout of 'simple' slave suffocation. Out came a large plastic bag and after a few wafts to fill it with life giving air, it was placed over my protruding head and tied firmly in place. I smiled at Maggie as she whispered, 'You have a lot of air in there slave so it will take a long time before you suffocate.’ I sat and breathed and tried to reduce my metabolism in order to prolong the pleasure. I could see Mistresses smile as she watched me slowly disappearing in my own mist and running out of air. A large self-contained electro pad was attached to my swollen scrotum, then Maggie produced the vibrator that I remember her buying on one of our visits to Saints and Sinners in Blackpool; a powerful, purple headed, mains powered little number, these menacing toys playing on my balls at the same time destroying any attempts at staying calm. Mistress was quite clear that I was not allowed to disgrace myself, and that I should spend some time later, on my own, investigating and reporting on the performance of my bigger balls. I do as I'm told so with difficulty, contained my excitement.

I did investigate them later and can confirm a few things;

1)  It feels great to walk with big balls swinging free. A bit like a ball weight of 190gms but all over your abdomen (that is also 190cc of increased scrotum capacity)

2) You need baggy trousers to accommodate the bigger ball sac

3) Afterwards your cock and balls work perfectly and fully function in all departments

4) This operation has drawn me far closer to my Mistress and I really loved the experience

5) Unfortunately, by the following morning, inflation signs had almost disappeared although I 'knew' they were still bigger

6) Mistress suggests using an anti wrinkle cream as she does not want her property marred by stretch marks

Another fantasy converted to reality by my owner and finally, I was given one of Maggie's home made exquisite mince pies. Not only the best Mistress, she also produces the best home made mince pies a person could want. The only negative point from this otherwise excellent session was the fact that I could only have one mince pie, so I booked another session before Christmas in the hope there might be one left.

Chandeliering

Well, not exactly using a chandelier, but Mistress Maggie did have me swinging from the rafters in her Playroom; more of that later. I was instructed to bring my red catsuit and accessories for this session. The catsuit was left to warm in the Playroom, while I was sent to the bathroom to don the socks and gloves and return for mandatory worship. Today Mistress wore long shiny black boots and I immediately knelt before them to begin my homage with licks and kisses in the hope of also improving their shine. The rest of her outfit was latex; a pair of black latex briefs, stockings and a revealing top that showed a lot of her excellent midriff and even more of her stunning bosom.

Because of the longish break since our last session, Mistress insisted on giving her property the once over to check that hair removal was comprehensive and complete.

I invest a lot of time before my sessions using Veet to remove body hair, everywhere below the chin seems the best bet for achieving the clean and presentable look that Mistress prefers in a slave, first though a nice latex hood.

It was quite a lengthy hair inspection. Everything was going fine as Mistress shone her bright flexi-light over my body and underarms, then Disaster!

Mistress found a hair on my right nipple and decided to pull it off. Yes my nipple, not the hair. I stood the excruciating pain up to the point where I really was begging forgiveness, then Maggie ordered me face down on the bed where her torchlight investigations continued on my ass crack.

What a relief there. Not a hair in sight. Boy was I relieved as a similar squeeze to bollocks would really have had me begging.

Inspection over, I was to bend over the bondage bed where Maggie straddled my back, oiled my bum hole and inserted my butt-plug, and even more rubber for me as Mistress helped me into my red catsuit. I really do enjoy both these activities. You get to feel the warmth of your Mistress through her latex as she sits on you and you receive the most sensual feelings as she strokes and cleans the suit. I digress. . .

It hadn’t escaped my attention that the Playroom had been re-arranged. A stout leather harness was hanging by chains from the overhead suspension unit, and Mistress took a little time acquainting me with it, telling me that it would be used to hold me at various heights in a horizontal position from the gantry.

I eased under the frame whilst Mistress fastens me into the harness then lean back and let the harness take your weight whilst keeping your feet on the ground.

Next you need to trust both your Mistress and the harness supports. Maggie raised and secured first one leg then the other to the suspension gantry. I was then flying and that's where I thought of chandelier shenanigans.

For anyone who is fortunate to find yourself in this situation with Maggie, trust her implicitly, she is an expert and knows what she is doing, I do.

Mistress is a definite tease as she firstly inspected my cock for size and fitness then gently stroked it, my balls and anywhere else that took her fancy with a feather. Very gentle and very stimulating and I think Mistress was pleased with the end result, saying ’okay, now I have somewhere to stick my electrodes’. She then took a comfortable seat on my suspended rubber face and set the gantry into a slow swinging motion, my airways were repeatedly closed off by her rubber shorts, and Mistress knows too well that as long as I am struggling for air my cock will remain hard.

The time arrived for me to be hoisted higher. Left hand cable lifted, then right hand until Maggie was satisfied that it was exactly the right height for her to mount her slave. Each time the suspension was altered, the chains to the harness remained very secure but the chains on the legs slid downhill. As you might expect from such an experienced Mistress, this movement was planned to allow adjustment to my legs, but it was still funny as Maggie announced 'Soon have you level and balanced ' and did a lot of laughing.

Before removing my plug and thrusting deeply inside her slave, Mistress came round to my head so I could get a good view of the dildo about to be used up my bum. Having it forced into my mouth gave me a good taste of it as well. Imagine my surprise when Maggie handed me the camera. I was gobsmacked and somewhat startled until I was instructed to capture what was going to be up my rear. Thanks for the opportunity and it has produced a photo of a special Mistress from a special and unusual angle.

This has to be the best position Maggie has used to mount me. The height was just right, and just the right freedom in my legs to attempt to grab my Mistress round her waist as she pounded my bum and the suspension frame was certainly rocking as I tried to match Maggie's thrusts.

Enough of pleasuring her slave, it was time for Maggie to have some pleasure of her own. She filled the empty void left by her strap-on with an egg electrode before having her own fun. I have often remarked that I sometimes worry at Mistresses sense of humour as she said she didn't want the egg to hatch! Anyway, Maggie floated round to my head and I was fitted into the red rubber hood, which had a special perforated dildo attached to the breathing valve. I knew exactly where that was going.

Mistress adjusted the gantry again; left end down, both legs slide left, right end to level and I slide my legs back to the centre. As Maggie appeared at the periphery of my vision, I saw her removing those sexy black latex panties and Mistress mounted my face. First facing forward then with her bum-cheeks in my vision. Although the small windows of the mask give only limited vision, it was sufficient for one very eager slave to get a good view of Maggie easing her way onto her dildo, right in front of my eyes. My task to maintain the best angle for the dildo for Maggie's pleasure. Christmas has come early for this slave.

I heard one or two noises coming from Maggie that afternoon and afterwards she told me ... 'Must remember to raise you a little bit higher next time I ride on your dildo face slave, less work pleasuring myself.' As a slave with very little brain I dream that I may be fortunate enough to benefit from this activity again, but realise it could equally refer to another slave in a similar position.

Either scenario is good because it means Mistress is going to get more pleasure, more easily the next time.

The perspective of the photo belies the fact I was swinging free approximately two feet (60.96cm) above the Playroom floor and rocking to my Mistresses movements.

After what I considered far too short a time helping my Mistress pleasure herself on my face, it all changed. Maggie, with a smile on her face, sauntered round to fix a couple more electrodes to complete the circuits ready for some electroplay. One in the end of my cock, and once she had found and captured them, one round my balls. Maggie always finds it amusing trying to capture both balls; they seem to have an escape plan all of their own. Perhaps they could make a film about my bollocks; The Great Escape or Houdini perhaps. Apologies. Back to the blog.

It was then time to be released from the suspension harness. Mistress, as always, was very careful of her slaves welfare when getting my feet back on the ground. My only concern was that Mistress would not bang her head on the heavy metal gantry. I clucked and fussed like an old hen and I wondered if that hidden egg was actually being incubated?

Although I had loved the swinging suspension, it was nice to be guided onto the bed and told to relax on my back where the red gas mask was replaced by the more usual black latex hood. White rope being used to make her slave almost immobile and totally at her mercy. Perhaps mercy is not the right phrase here, although Mistress does have a wonderfully caring streak that is allowed to surface occasionally as well as her alternative sadistic side.

Anyway, whatever mood Maggie is in, I willingly accept everything she wants to do. On this occasion she had arranged a most unusual electric sensation, and for the first time I got a real buzz at the base of my spine as well as cock and balls. It must have been the anal egg electrode that was actually starting to hatch.

Maggie blindfolded me and strapped an anaesthetic mask over my mask holes, sealing me into my rubber, but I knew by the extra dangling tube that she was going to share the breathing bag with her slave. When this happens I try to breathe in on Maggie's exhale so she can draw in the sweeter air.

All the while the electrics were working away, the delightful sound effects of the re breather filling my ears, plus Maggie's close proximity, and this time I just couldn’t wait for the authority and embarrassed myself. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? On this evidence it was definitely the slave. More training in self control required.

Thank you Mistress for yet more memorable and new experiences. You certainly are the best in the West (and North and . . .) what a sycophant!

A final 'new' surprise was Maggie's new hair style that you can just glimpse in one of the photos. There are some far better and clearer pictures of her new style on her Flickr account. For anyone visiting Mistress I have been personally assured that, yes it is real, yes it is her own hair, no it’s not a wig - and yes it looks absolutely stunning and really suits Mistress Maggie.

Latex, Latex and more Latex

Today, as the title suggests, was to be a latex themed session. Mistress Maggie knows her slave is partial to a bit, or rather a lot, of latex and was going to treat her slave today. Now, you will already know if you have read my blog that Mistress doesn't confine her activities to just what her slaves 'like'. Not at all. After all I am there to be trained towards becoming the 'perfect' slave to a perfect Mistress and the old adage that there is 'No pain, No gain' should be emblazoned across The Playroom wall.

Mistress greeted me at the front door and ushered me in. I was half expecting a hood straight on in the hallway, but fortunately I was allowed unrestricted views of my stunning Mistress. The skimpy, tight, figure hugging latex briefs with an attached dildo wagging in my direction as Maggie moved, cat-like around her prey. I recognised the figure hugging tight pewter coloured latex top that so accentuates her superb figure and as we progressed upstairs I was treated to a back view that was equally as stunning. By the time I reached the top of the stairs I was ready once again to do absolutely anything for my Mistress.

The Playroom revealed The Plank securely attached, almost vertically, to the overhead gantry. No attempt at disguise; no towel over the equipment to heighten the mystery. That would have been difficult with The Plank being 7 foot long and a foot wide of highly polished wood. At least I wasn't going to be made to walk the plank; too steep for that. I listened very attentively as I always do to the outline of the session, latex and endurance were the overriding words that I heard but, I knew the 'no pain no gain' mantra would surface at some point.

I returned from the bathroom dressed in opera gloves and my new ankle length toe socks. A separate little 'piggy' for each toe. Mistress had instructed me to bring them but I took the decision to attend wearing them under my normal socks. It can be a bit of a struggle if you are putting them on under pressure. Two toes in the same socket, left sock on right foot etc, so I was able to return to Mistress dressed, in no time at all. Mistress as always, called me in, in response to my knocking and was sitting serenely on her throne waiting for her slave to start proceedings and worship her feet. A simple but attractive pair of black high heels accentuated with white soles. Strange combination but very attractive from my vantage point. Mistresses shoes did mean I was restricted to feet only, as I am not allowed to stray from the footwear unless guided by Mistress. I was really going to be pampered today and was treated to an extended allowance of foot worship; the occasional stroke of her leg with the side of my head hoping Mistress wouldn't tell me off but always obeying the rules of only contact with mouth, lips and tongue on her footwear.

Even though my thick black latex suit is chlorinated, it does glide on more easily with a spot of talc and I must say the sensation of being polished and cleaned by Mistress is another one of those serene, relaxing moments. Legs apart, arms to side as Maggie plays the soft cloth all over your latex clad body. The ripples as she touches your sensitive areas . . . I digress. Back to session.

I was to wear a 'toga'. Not an ordinary, simple Roman one unless the Romans made heavy weight black latex togas and come to think of it, not really a 'toga' either. It was a huge, thick chlorinated black latex sheet, doubled up to make it extra thick. It was entertaining and amusing to watch as Mistress imposed her will on a very mobile, slippery and quite heavy sheet and then wrapped it tightly round my chest. I did my bit by holding one edge in place under an arm as Mistress stretched it tightly round chest and torso, to be fixed with a long length of black Playroom rope just below my nipple line. Mistress checked that she could get to my nipple zips. Ah, the no pain no gain theme.

Then the hood. A really stretchy, really comfortable, perfectly fitting black latex little number. No zip required, with perforations at eyes and mouth. I could see and I could breath comfortably. The view of my Mistress was like gazing through a honeycomb and for a fleeting moment I thought the Queen Bee was about to devour one of her drones. I was manoeuvred back to the plank and gingerly lent backwards. I needn't have worried. Maggie is thorough in her planning and safety is always a high priority. There was a little sway as The Plank adjusted to my weight then settled until it felt safe and solid. I was there with back to plank and the whole of my front from chest downwards, a smooth black, shining rubber sheet. I was beginning to feel the heat but today I was going to get a lot, lot warmer.

Forever thoughtful for her slave, Mistress applied the penultimate part of my dressing; the black leather wrist mitts that so effectively make your hands into useless stubby stumps and assist the slave to keep his hands out of mischief. Maggie is always thinking of ways to assist her slaves to become a better object or plaything to her. The final item was a high posture collar. I have worn this in the past and today I was really relaxed as it was buckled tightly in place. I was just able to gaze at Mistress as she prepared the final items to keep her slave happy. I was expertly, quickly and comfortably roped to the plank at elbows, wrists and ankles. Nothing else required. The arms were useless and the legs were not going anywhere. To exaggerate my predicament Mistress was saying how cool she was in her skimpy latex shorts and top and quite deliberately taunting her slave. I knew I was getting a little warm inside my rubber and was about to get much hotter! Mistress made it quite obvious that she was concerned that I was not warm enough and without waiting for my reply turned up the Playroom heater a couple of notches. How very thoughtful.

On went the blindfold and that was that. Maggie left me and I have no idea as to how long. I was totally in the dark, heating up nicely and in complete silence. I think I heard the Playroom door open and close against the carpet. I strained to hear another sound but nothing. Did I hear a slight movement as Mistress checked her slave? Did I detect the faint movement of air in the Playroom? Was I on my own? Nothing actually mattered as I could visualise my Mistress and I would  stay there just because Mistress wanted me to. I was getting warmer and warmer and the act of leaning against the plank was generating quite a lot of sweat inside my rubber prison and I was loving every minute knowing that I would be released when or if Mistress wanted to release me otherwise I would stay just where I was.
I did hear the door open quietly and the blindfold came off. The vision I could once more see through my honeycomb was, exactly as I remembered before my enforced solitude. As to how long. Still no idea, and anyway, time was irrelevant. All that mattered was being there still at Mistresses beck and call. I was de-planked and allowed a moment to lie on the floor at Maggie's feet to recover from the heat ordeal, wet inside but peaceful.

Peace and tranquillity never last long when you are training and Maggie soon had me hogtied with another length of black rope. No ordinary hog tie and no let up from the all embracing latex 'toga'. Knees up, sheet wrapped round enclosing legs and feet and then attached to arms. I began to get this nagging doubt again that a little more 'no pain no gain' was about to come my way. Maggie moved about three feet away, showed me a very attractive nylon covered leg and then suggested I might like to 'get over here’. No second bidding required and I set off . . . and of course stopped because I was trussed up like a turkey. Not to be denied the opportunity of more contact with my Mistresses shoeless feet, I struggled and grunted and wobbled and slithered and sweated until I was right next to those red painted toe nails. I did manage to poke the very end of my tongue through the mouth honeycomb and was just able to make contact with her nylon covered feet. If I wasn't sweating before, I was now but it was well worth the superhuman effort.

Content with my effort at addressing her toes, Mistress released me from the hog-tie and scooped the hem of the 'toga' over my head, pinioning my arms across my chest and enclosing my head inside a very heavy weight latex sack. It was a very strange and somewhat unnerving experience. I have willingly endured the same treatment with a clear plastic bag for quite a long period, perhaps because I can see Mistress, but with the blackness of the inside of the rubber sheet, the air seemed to be used up far quicker than in a plastic bubble. It was like being in a cave miles underground, unable to see anything and your oxygen running out and I think I panicked a little. Mistress had me out in no time but I was a little embarrassed that I was such a wimp particularly as I was totally enclosed in my favourite latex.
No sooner was I released from my sack, I was on the bed, zip opened and butt plug removed. A very rare enforced slight change of plan. Mistress was going to deploy the pump up butt-plug but try as she may the damn thing appeared to be seated but as it was inflated, out it popped and we just couldn't get it to do as it was told. Fortunately Mistress saw the funny side and did not punish me for the embarrassed laughter as each time it just plopped out. I think it was because I was lying rather ungainly on my side, unable to present Maggie with a good entry angle for the balloon.

Nothing phases Mistress and I was strung back up onto the plank with a quick change of hood as I was starting to swim inside the honeycomb mask with all the sweat I was generating. Hmmm the pump up gag still encouraged me to expel bodily fluids as I tried desperately hard not to look down and dribble all over Mistress as she busied herself exposing cock and balls, securing the 'toga' out of the way and, rather uncomfortably, attaching clamps to my balls and roping them to The Plank.

I don't think Maggie appreciated the prospect of slave drooling all over her nice pewter coloured latex top and removed the pump up gag and replaced it with the spider gag. It didn't stop my drooling but it was all down the front of my suit and not all over Maggie. It also gave her free access to my nipples which were given a right good going over. Sharp finger nails, even sharper teeth and my poor little buttons were starting to feel like over used rotary dials. I was surprised afterwards that I had any nipples attached by the amount of treatment they received. However, I was determined to grin and bear it because Maggie appeared to be getting quite a bit of enjoyment from making her slave squirm which in turn, tightened up the ropes attaching my balls to the plank which it turn . . . bit of a vicious circle developing here. I like pleasing my Mistress, Mistress likes teasing her slave which jiggles my balls which in turn further encourages Maggie to pay more attention to my nipples which in turn . . . and so it went on.

It wasn't quite the end as Maggie is determined to keep my ass hole nice and open for her future use and enjoyment. I was strapped face down on the low padded bench and finished off with another good dildoing. What a day. Has my ordeal in rubber diminished my liking for the material? No way. I love the feeling. Has my endurance training enhanced my devotion to a superb Mistress? Yes way. I had several times during today's session where I could just relax (sort of) and luxuriate in the image of a superb Mistress and friend.

Rubber Heaven

Sessions with a professional dominatrix are not always punctuated with pain and suffering, although these do form an integral and very necessary part of the discipline that is required to be a good, attentive and dedicated slave. I have absolutely no complaints about anything that my Mistress deems appropriate to help me become a better slave and that includes any pain and discomfort that I willingly suffer for my Mistress. It is those solid training foundations that have enabled an excellent Mistress to allow her slave a session of just plain and simple enjoyment. This is exactly what Mistress Maggie allowed me to experience today.

The calling notice was enticingly vague as normal. "A lithe rubber Goddess will be guiding you on your way to rubber heaven, but remember that only good rubber boys deserve a place there and you will be tested in advance." That single teasing sentence with all its implications reinforced my determination that I would try my hardest to please Mistress and be a "good rubber boy". I am not sure if I changed my approach by much as I always give 100% to my Mistress, but it did remind me why I am one of Maggie's very willing and loyal slaves.

I was given instruction when I arrived that I would need to pass three tasks to allow me the privilege of accompanying Mistress into rubber heaven. Maggie advised me that these are essential slave qualities and a slave has no place in rubber heaven without them. The first task was the worship of my Mistress, the second was obedience to perform a task that Mistress would set, without question and to the very best of my abilities, and the third task was to serve my Mistress in a role that would really benefit Mistress. Already Mistress had confirmed that she did not need to inflict pain on her slave today but that I would be experiencing rubber heaven only if I proved myself a worthy slave.

I returned from the bathroom in my red socks and gloves and a very relaxed attitude that balls, nipples etc may not be the butt of Maggie's amusement, for today at least. It was strange because I know Maggie gets pleasure from the occasional discomfort of her slaves and I enjoy providing her with that pleasure. Maggie gently lubed my butt and again complimented my grooming and my black plug was in. Maggie is good at that and I am pleased I am opening to the correct aperture for my plug; no discomfort at all.

Mistress lay supine on the latex bed and the first part of my journey had begun. I was to worship Mistresses footwear, a normal homage at the start of every session. Maggie was wearing her figure hugging black latex catsuit with a hood that framed her stunning face. The black of Maggie's suit contrasting vividly with my own red latex catsuit that I had been eased into and the black of the leather harness that Mistress had attached over my suit. I was already, in my mind, well along the road to rubber heaven but this was only the start of my journey. I had to be a 'good rubber boy' and that involved restricting my worship to Maggie's black court shoes and, if I was really lucky her exposed ankles. I was allowed far more time than I normally get to worship Mistress and even had the privilege of being instructed to remove her shoes and caress and kiss her naked feet. Maggie does have the most amazing and sensual feet, provocative red nail polish and the most delightful girlish giggle when you find just that right spot on her soles. Today was just getting better and better.

The next test of my suitability to accompany my Mistress on the journey to rubber heaven literally had me six inches nearer heaven. Maggie had me wear the ballet boots that I have briefly experienced before. I was to obey her request to walk in them across the landing to where she was smiling at my antics and  gently encouraging her slave in my task. I was so determined that I would succeed to walk across the landing but I should add, I was clutching very tightly to the landing banister. This was by far the most taxing of today's experiences but I did try really hard to walk and managed three circuits back and forward before Maggie declared that a lot more practice was required but that I had satisfactorily completed the task of obeying without question and with total commitment, but only just, I removed the boots and returned them to their temporary home in the Clinic and closed that part of today's session.

The final test of my suitability was to be allowed to help Mistress with her New Years resolution; the ruthless task of reducing her wardrobe and clearing out some of her older Mistress garments to free space in her well stocked and totally full wardrobe. I was to hold the displaced clothing bag, retrieve all the hangers in turn from the wardrobe and return the hangers with garments to be retained. Obviously Maggie didn't expect any comments as I was fitted with the comfortable but very effective penis gag over my black latex hood. I did get opportunity to nod my agreement when asked if an old leather coat could be discarded. Just imagine, what a privilege for any slave to assist their Mistress in weeding out their wardrobe. I loved it and took the responsibility very seriously. I could definitely feel my mojo rising and ascending towards heaven.

My ascendancy to the higher plane of rubber heaven was about to ramp up a notch on our return to the Playroom where Maggie was preparing my next cosmic delight. Well, two delights to be more accurate but I had to lose the snug leather harness first. It had done its job and we tidied it away ready for the next lucky slave.

Firstly the loose fitting red rubber suit emerged from its protective shroud and we very carefully eased me inside. I have already eulogized about this suit in previous blogs but have never experienced it over my own red suit. The effect was electrifying. My under suit slid easily inside the medical red suit and set up the most glorious sensual, slithery sensations. I was definitely well on the road to slave heaven. The second was the gun metal inflatable hood that, once again, I have reported on very favorably in my earlier blogs. This time though, Maggie felt confident that I would take maximum pressure and just kept pumping. Slow rhythmic pumps punctuated by a pause as Maggie stroked the tightening ball and ask if I was still OK. Mistress knew I was fine because she knows her slave but asks all the same. It is reassuring to receive that level of attention. Vision is very limited when fully inflated but I didn't care. I was in good hands and could still make out my Mistress as she continued her preparation for my final journey.

A red rope to each limb, loosely attached to the bondage bed and my vision was even more limited to just above the head of the bed that was, on this occasion, angled into the corner of the Playroom. Mistress spent a little time attaching electrodes to my cock and balls and then I was left quietly contemplating how near to Shangri-la Maggie had taken me. Of course I wasn't just left on my own tied to the bed. Maggie is far too good a Mistress not to be always attentive to her slaves. I felt I was floating because the fully inflated helmet effectively dulls virtually all sound apart from the little ripples as the bladder reacts to the slightest of movements on the bed. I knew Maggie was there because every now and then she would stroke the helmet or my double suited body or just say something, almost inaudible but I knew I was OK.

Then the nipple zips were opened and Mistress gently teased each nipple. I know how she likes to give some real nipple punishment and perhaps may be tempted, but true to her word there were no needles, no nibbling or biting, no electrodes, no painful clamps no pain. The zips were re-sealed and I was gently covered with the black latex sheet making three layers of latex covering, warming me very nicely. I was left approaching heaven.

My journey wasn't quite complete yet. Mistress covered my perspex eyes with a bandage and I could just hear her whispering that this was necessary but wouldn't last long. I detected more muffled Playroom sounds as Maggie did something around my little piece of heaven. I even thought I detected the click of something being turned on or off. Was it the room heater or the lights? No matter I couldn't see anything anyway so I laid back and imagined in my minds eye, my Mistress floating around the Playroom, doing those Mistressy things that Mistresses do. All the while, the electrodes had been performing, doing their rhythmic humping of my cock and balls.

When Maggie removed the bandage, what I saw was surreal. Gone was the normal lighting of the Playroom to be replaced with a low yet strangely much brighter whiter light. Perhaps I had already arrived in heaven? The ambiance certainly suggested that I had. I lay there looking through the lenses at my little corner of the Playroom and Maggie allowed me a little breath play. Her breath, sweet as always but this time like a waft of heaven as if a Goddess had breathed down my airway and then a little re-breather play with the bag whistling in and out for a few moments. Mistress knew it could only be for a limited time as focusing on retaining my tube and the extra breathing restrictions could easily panic her slave. With the hood so heavily inflated you really have to concentrate on quite a lot of the mechanics of breathing through the tube; don't lose the tube; don't breathe out through your nose and most importantly don't panic.

Then I received her full, albeit slight body weight across my two rubber suits and latex sheet. The effect was immediate and, well, simply heavenly. Everything slid and slipped and just moved in all directions, very sexy and simply amazing. I could detect Maggie gently caressing my inflated head and even through four layers of rubber, I could feel the warmth that my Mistress was radiating as she slid me further towards heaven. I thought at that stage that I must have been a 'very good rubber boy' and certainly was one hell of a lucky slave.

When you think the world could not get any better, it did. After our slippery, slithery cavortings, Maggie released the air from my ball-head and removed the hood but left the loose bindings to keep my hands and feet under loose control and then allowed me the privilege of feeling the warmth of her latex clad body as she lay next to me on the black latex bed. I was inches away from the most stunning profile that I could ever imagine. Her eyes occasionally flashed, totally alive, and certainly eclipsing the low white ambient lighting as we lay there talking about trivia; I was so close I could see the occasional laughter line as we idly chatted and Maggie smiled or laughed at another inane comment I made. Maggie untied my hands but left my feet secured and I was allowed to help her out of her own hood. And that was when I knew today's journey had reached the heavenly destination that Maggie had promised her slave, if I was a 'good rubber boy'. Her long jet black hair, tied back to fit into the hood, cascaded onto the latex pillow and we spent a little while longer just chatting. I was trying desperately to tease her right ear but was just too far away and had to be content with watching the small shiny stud become animated as Maggie smiled or talked: Her smile raising her ears and the stud winking enticingly back at me.

The old adage of 'no pain no gain' is generally true for most Mistress/slave training but on this rare and wonderful occasion, Maggie allowed me no pain and all gain. Perhaps it was because it was near to Christmas or perhaps it was her own reward to herself for the hard work she had invested to help me become a better slave or perhaps, just perhaps it was because I was a really good rubber boy today. Whatever the reasons, Maggie, true to her word as always, had transported me to rubber slave heaven and I loved it. I could have laid there for a long time, just watching Mistress, still in her skin-tight latex, tidying a few items in the playroom but unfortunately even a trip to rubber heaven has to end sometime.

I suspect I may have to pay for the no pain delights at my next training session though but I will not mind one jot, providing Mistress is as happy as I was today!

Just Hanging Around

After a comment by Mistress Maggie on her Flickr profile I turned up with a small bottle of gin and two small cans of tonic. I had spent a little time wrapping the items in what I hoped was a penis and balls shaped combination. Mistress got it straight away when I gave her the present, it was clear from her laughter and positive comments that we were going to have another really good training session.

Humorous at times, relaxed at times, painful at times, a little anxious at times, a little annoyance at times but above all enjoyable all the time. Today's session had all the above and I think after my previous 69 sessions with Mistress Maggie I may be making progress in understanding how to make Mistress happy with my efforts as her devoted slave. I had a fair inkling at the start of the session what two thirds of session content might be, but as usual no idea how those thirds were to be executed. Maggie hinted in my call up that I would face high level suspension and some serious breath play and referred vaguely to "setting the scene for some fine dining". This last comment intrigued me.

I returned from the bathroom and took up my obligatory kneeling position, head touching carpet, backside up in the air, ready to pay homage to Mistresses footwear, a pair of knee high patent laced boots. Mistress had instructed me to arrive wearing a steel ballweight; It feels strange with your butt high in the air, legs spread and forehead touching the carpet, balls pulled earthwards in that void between your legs. The slightest movement of hips setting your testicles swinging like a pendulum. After a brief spell worshipping Maggie's boots, I was turned over for a trampling with them, to remind me to lose more weight. I was beginning to dislike those boots!

More boot worship followed then Maggie instructed me to kneel the other way with arse facing her, ready to receive my butt plug, a little giggle from Maggie, a truly delightful sound, as she got the full vista of my weighted balls swinging freely between my legs. I think she is pleased with her stretching progress of my sphincter and was easily able to slip in my plug. It always provides me with a shudder as the widest part slips in past the stretched rim to settle securely in place, and caring as always Maggie asks "are you alright slave?" Oh yes!

Into my suit, another sensual experience that I think pleases Mistress as well, as we powdered the inside, stretched the skin and finally zipped me and butt plug securely inside. A little cleaning, a black latex hood and I was ready for the next stage. I stood passively, arms raised clutching the overhead ring as Maggie proceeded to expertly and snugly attach two rope harnesses; one around my ample girth and the other just below armpits.

I was soon to find out that these were to be attached to the ceiling suspension ring and this was where the anxiety crept in. Not because I was anxious about the suspension, definitely not, as I trust Mistress implicitly. No, the anxiety was both mine and Maggie's because in her enthusiasm to hook me up on the suspension ring, she pulled a little hard on a loose end of rope and it caught her eye and dislodged her contact lens. To me, it happened in slow-mo. I could see the end of the rope flick up, I could see it travelling in an arc towards Maggie's eye but I couldn't react in time. Maggie didn't see it coming and I could see her pain in that instant of impact. Nothing I could do. I was mortified.

After a moment to compose herself and a look on the floor Maggie realised that she had little prospect of finding it, particularly as we were slap bang in the middle of the shaggy carpet that forms the centre piece of the floor. Undaunted but a little disappointed Maggie fetched her glasses and the moment passed. Except it didn't. Many times where I should have been concentrating on my slave duties, I found my eyes scanning the floor for any glint of lens.

Mistress completed the vertical suspension ropes and had me relax back into the suspension but still with both feet on the ground. I was really relaxed and knew I was safe and actually started humming. Maggie did not appreciate that and secured a red gas mask over my latex helmet to drown out any further humming. "Shut up and shut your eyes, slave" was her command, and with the help of some powder Mistress eased it on. I had no trouble with having first one leg and then the other tied to the overhead, leaving me flying like a bird. This was fun. I tried to pirouette like a skater bending a knee and attempting to rotate in my harness. 

And now for a little flying discipline. As I was gently rotating peering through the misted goggles of the mask, Mistress helped my spinning and then encouraged attention with the paddle. Every time a suitable target swung into range, it received a good spanking. Gentle at first but as she found her range, more regular and harder accompanied by laughter as I wriggled to avoid the next one, only enhancing my swing. I was still having fun though and occasionally Mistress would stray between my legs to get a better target and in those fleeting moments I was able to squeeze Mistress between my ankles. An extra rap with the paddle soon ended that, but I thought it was fun anyway.

After a suitable time, Maggie carefully undid all her knots and gently released my bindings. I safely landed and was able to stand without any dizziness after my swinging experience. Not over yet though. Maggie's plans were to utilise several of her major furniture items. The next to be moved centre stage was the high horse.

No bondage, ropes or gags. I am now sufficiently well trained to be told what to do, how to behave and then not let my Mistress down. When I first lent over the horse, I was in the traditional position with legs on the floor and my cock and balls 'humping' the end. Whether Maggie thought I was at the wrong angle or the impact of her blows was not sufficient, I was told to move further on to the bench with my head over the end and toes just touching the sides of the rear legs. It actually tightens your cheek muscles and I could see this would present a better target for Maggie as she set about my backside with her dressage whip and flogger. It was an incredibly relaxed and comfy position and one I had never previously achieved over the horse.

A funny thing about a good, tight latex suit is that it appears to spread and absorb the impact from both of Mistresses chosen implements. A bare bottom attack with the same intensity would have had me begging Maggie to stop quite quickly. As it was, I repeatedly heard the swish of the dressage whip, heard the resounding thwack as it struck home and felt the impact but somehow it took a lot longer for the sensations to build in my cheeks. Maggie did continue until my toes started to curl, but that too was a pleasant sensation. I had all my weight on the horse with nothing on my legs and it felt rather nice. I owned up afterwards to rather enjoying the flogging and how much the taught rubber removes the pain. Although I thought I might regret that comment in future, Maggie knew already which is why she continued until toe curling occurred. Mistress is truly remarkable with her perception about what her slaves should be comfortable with.

As I was luxuriating in the glowing warmth Maggie had managed to impart into my buttocks, Maggie was readying the next piece of equipment for use on her slave. I have experienced the low padded bench used in many ways during my training. This time, back to bench and hooded head comfortably resting on the padding, the dangly bits like legs could do their own thing trailing off the other end of the bench. When asked what colour rope I’d like for my 70th session I answered blue, but promptly changed to green when Maggie said the only blue rope she had was a short length that she uses to wrap round a slaves balls twenty times. No green rope at all so I settled on black. I was being awkward and Maggie knew it. Oh well, I know how to get myself into more trouble.

Anyway, with me secured to the bench and more importantly, arms nicely out of the way, Maggie progressed to clarify the second of the three hints in the call up mail. "Mistress will be wearing rubber that can mould itself to the shape of your face". I think it’s fairly clear what Maggie intended although I wasn't expecting the moulding to be achieved by Mistresses perfectly formed buttocks. Maggie has used me as a stool before but the seal this time was absolutely perfect. In fact so perfect that I started to panic. I couldn't breathe in or out. Blow as hard as I might all I could generate was the sound of a fart as the air sought any exit from its rubbery prison. As for breathing in. No chance. Much as I loved the sensation of the latex clad crevice descending on my nose and mouth, the survival instinct just couldn't be overridden. What a dilemma, be smothered by the perfect derriere or be a wimp and struggle for air. I think I disappointed Maggie by begging so soon, of course I was temporarily released to gulp a very welcome lungful of air. Sorry Maggie if on this occasion I let you down but your ass is a perfect fit over my face.

The final piece of equipment Maggie wanted to reacquaint me with was the trample table. A low, substantially built table with a hole for cock and balls to be presented for . . . yep, trampling on. Mistress brought a selection of playroom cushions to raise my bits to the required level, it took three or four to provide sufficient elevation. This was the only area that Maggie was unsure of. Would the steel ball weight that I was still wearing provide help or hindrance? Either eventuality was covered as I had been instructed to report to the session with the allen key to open the ball weight. It wasn't needed and for future reference, the circular steel weight provides a perfect collar to prevent cock and balls escaping downwards through the hole. Hmmm. Maybe not such a good idea after all but Maggie was happy and set about her decoration.

I had no idea what she was doing but it felt pleasant with the occasional peel of laughter, the clank of several heavy steel items, a judicious chain and short lengths of rope, Maggie seemed happy with her creation and sat back to admire her table centre piece; my cock, balls, and many ornaments! At least she didn't stick a candle in the end, that was reserved for a steel penis plug. What she did do was fetch three cooking implements and the electrics from the Clinic to help 'cook' her meal and then enjoy it. Balls had a flexible electrode attached and I was given the choice of which piece to use first. What a choice. A flat bladed knife, a metal spaghetti server and the meat fork that had been used to great effect during an early cling film session. I chose first the knife and then the spaghetti server. As it turned out it didn't really matter which. Each was capable of cooking cock and balls. But it was now clear what the third hint was on the calling mail . . . "setting the scene for some fine dining." Why can't Maggie have plastic knives and forks and a nylon spaghetti server, after all this is 2014!

For aperitif, Maggie set about wine making or at least trampling my balls after she had finished her meal. You wont be surprised that the G&T remained unopened, because Maggie never drinks while attending to her slaves as she needs 100% faculties to ensure the slaves aren't damaged. Well, not too much anyway.

And if any reader having read this is lucky enough to be granted a session with Mistress, keep one eye out for a shiny object lodged in a crack somewhere. If you find that contact lens you may be in line for 100's of Brownie points, or you may just receive a good hiding.

Football and Frolics

A lot happened today; quite a lot involving Mistress Maggies sadistic side.

Barely through the front door and even before I had time to say how stunning she looked, Mistress had me pinioned against the wall as she administered a healthy lungful or two of liquid aroma using the trusty cloth over mouth and nose method. Mistress appeared angry and hissed as she said she had had to deal with a load of bollocks this week and her slave would be used to vent her frustration. I knew it was going to be one of those days as, without further conversation, the lead was attached to my slave collar and I was dragged brusquely up to the Playroom

"Do you like my boots slave?" I was about to answer when the first well aimed kick had my balls travelling upwards to come to rest somewhere near my adams apple and real tears welling in my eyeballs. I was of course by now gagged, and tried to absorb the searing shock and pain as I hung limply from my shackled arms. I wasn't sure which was worst, the kick I could see and try and brace for, or the ones from behind through my well spread legs. They both hurt like hell. I was allowed just enough time to catch my breath before another well aimed blow took it away again. The odd crack of the whip added to the 'interest' of the moment.

Fortunately Maggie isn't totally sadistic and could see when I was really struggling to absorb the pain and just at the right time declared an end to football practise. I was to receive further instruction in using my chest when two of the nastiest nipple clamps were applied and left there to work their insidious magic.

I saw glimmers that Mistress may have vented some of that anger as she instructed me to use the knee pads for the brisk couple of laps round the Playroom. Apart from the hood with partially zipped eye holes and closed mouth, it appeared back to relative normality. Mistress gets the best performance from this slave when I am not muttering about painful or aching knee joints. Mistress didn't even feel the need to give me more kicking but I was trying hard to remember my basic heel training. Speaking of which, I finally managed my thigh boot worship that, but for the ball kicking, would have heralded the beginning of a normal session. The boots looked and tasted a little more angry than usual, probably due to the close proximity to my balls as they were being kicked and booted.

I was transferred to the low bench to experience the softer side as Mistress lubed my arse, drugged me with another couple of breaths of aroma and proceeded to mount me with the small strap on for five minutes. I knew it was five minutes as Maggie ordered her iPod to "set timer to five minutes" and received the reply "timer set" from another willing acolyte. Not only enjoyable but quite tuneful as each thrust set the bells tinkling on the nipple clamps. More sniffs from the bottle were ordered and more lube applied then I was not quite sure what was happening, but it felt like a hole borer was wriggling about in my arse. I was told later it was a Hitachi wand to further widen my orifice. I do accumulate a lot of very valuable information in my training sessions.

Not quite so amusing when I was transferred and roped to the high horse. The clamps were pinioned onto my chest adding another sensation to my already taxed nipples. Mistress squirted some de-sensitising spray on my arse-hole and I was to wait a short time for it to begin working, aromas used again to de-sensitise me further and Maggie, now wearing a much larger lubed up strap-on was positioning herself behind me.

"Set timer to five minutes", "timer set" was followed by an altogether more uncomfortable five minutes. Well, initially uncomfortable as Maggie gently introduced her larger strap on. It took a lot of stretching, a little discomfort but I was determined not to let Maggie down and gradually and incessantly the new invader reached its mark. I think I eventually took the whole length but only Maggie can confirm that. By the end of the five minutes, Mistress suggested an extra 90 seconds due to the slow start and I was to let her know when extra time was over. I managed to spin it out to at least two minutes. By that time I was starting to enjoy the sensations in my newly reamed arsehole. 

After all the drilling, stretching, boring and pushing Maggie had no difficulty with fitting my own butt plug. In fact I think my arse was relieved to say hello to an old friend as it dived back into its home ground.

Underneath that sadistic side, there is always the caring Maggie who looks after her slaves and I was reintroduced to the loose fitting red exercise suit. The transformation from ball beating to being gently guided into the suit by my Mistress was amazing. I sat and luxuriated, feeling a little guilty that I allowed Maggie to do all the work, as it slipped and slithered all the way up to my neck, topped off with the comfortable and snugly fitting waist corset that goes so well with the looseness of the suit. The three way zip allowed my cock and balls to be on the outside whilst the rest of me was protected by the latex suit, gloves, stockings and zippered hood. I told you Mistress had a softer side.

Adjourning to the White Room, Mistress planned to continue with her  pre-session e-mail of "helping me to find larger spaces to put my toys". I already had found a home for the strap-on and we were now going to explore where her rosebud sounds could be stored. I was lead through to the Clinic and made comfortable with my calves widely spread and strapped in position, then body and wrist straps secured this willing subject to the chair. Another dose of relaxant aroma was administered using the small facial mask and pad soaked in the wonder fuel. Careful as ever, Maggie donned her sterile latex gloves, flexed fingers to make sure they were positioned correctly, applied sufficient lubrication and then started the gentle insertions. The first and second sounds were in with no problems whatsoever. The third slipped in relatively easily and at that, Maggie was satisfied that her planned work was done. Apart from my cocks ability to naturally expel all sounds! Not this time. Maggie used a convenient length of playroom rope to create an effective sling.

A "well done slave" as the sounds settled at full length encouraged me to ask about a fourth one. Am I mad, was it bravado or just wanting to please my Mistress or was I adrift on a wave of euphoria brought on by the effect of the aromas? Whatever the reasons, I suggested trying the fourth and largest sound. At first Mistress was understandably reluctant but could see the potential, and after a bit more aroma gently inserted the fourth sound. It took a while, some gentle encouraging massage but the fourth sound did eventually settle in its new home, together with its three companions, as did the gold plated vibrator that Maggie applied to the ends of all four sounds. That feeling was intense. Having four sounds wriggling around their tight new home is, well, most stimulating.
Maggie is never one to be wasteful, and having removed my rubber hood she used the remnants of the good bottle of aroma to soak a cotton pad which she had taped to the inside of a plastic bag. The bag was then placed over my head and held in place until both the air and the aroma were completely depleted.

After removing the four sounds, Maggie had a novel way of cleaning out the inside of the urethra. Another pair of latex gloves, lots of lube, a gentle massage resulted in a quick eruption from within and a cleaned out tube. Simple and effective. Mistress was pleased with her spot of cleaning and was a fitting end to another excellent albeit painful at times, sixty-ninth session.

Maggie did advise that there may be some tenderness for a short while with my insistence on trying the fourth sound and the first pee afterwards was a little uncomfortable but then everything was back to normal, although my balls did feel a little tender for a while. Hardly surprising considering all the corner kicks, passes and penalty kicks they endured.