Niggles

Niggles, demerits, black marks, punishments. . . call them what you will, but due to some thoughtless comments I had made Mistress Maggie saw fit to administer my just deserts at the start of this session. Mistress explained why I had earned the punishment and went on to offer me the choice of delivery mechanism, by either a senior cane or a three tailed tawse.

Mistress Maggie's choice for my punishment

I chose wisely I think, asking Mistress to choose which of the two nasty looking implements she believed would work best as retribution, and without hesitation she picked up the cane. So, within minutes of arriving at the Chambers and worshipping Mistresses bright red thigh boots I was hooded, and with a huge ball gag wedged in place I was supine over the Playroom horse.

Restraints were not used nor are they any longer necessary as, although occasionally deployed by my owner for visual effect and to act as a reminder of my slave status, I now do exactly as I am told. Her cane came swishing down and I lay there counting out the strokes and giving my best muffled thank you’s to Mistress for correcting her stupid, senseless slave.

I have absolutely no complaints, although at the time my backside was moaning a little as I received fifteen hard strokes.

Once Mistress had vented her anger (or so I thought), the mood changed and we moved forward to a more relaxed and far less painful part of the proceedings. Still using the horse, Mistress told me to reposition myself so that she could have full and unrestricted access to my bum. I could detect her stepping into her strap on harness, possibly preparing for some delightful fun. As I lay there waiting and wishing to be penetrated by her chosen dildo I thought about the mistake I had made, and how it was well worth a beating to clear the air, to have me realise my mistake and have Mistress back to her normal beautiful self.

My Lady in red

My fifteen stripes were no more than a mild ache as Maggie expertly guided the session to a different mindset, using large quantities of lubrication then gently sliding in . . . not the dildo but my butt plug.

The initial hand stretching and lubrication had clearly worked because the red ribbed plug slid in like a hot knife through butter. Perhaps I had misread the rattling sound and there was no strap-on? No. Maggie's sense of fun and mischief emerged and just as I was getting used to the plug, it was quickly unplugged to be instantly replaced by the whole length of Maggie’s cock.

Thinking I was about to receive another of those delicious fucks that Maggie can deliver I began to relax. But no again. Her cock was immediately removed and replaced with the plug. This alternating between plug and dildo must have been repeated four or five times until I didn't know whether I was coming or going. What I did know was that Mistress had one very happy but confused slave across her horse.

To conclude this part of the anal play ad when Maggie had finished oscillating and juggling the ass toys, she finished off by pushing a string of four large anal beads down the willing hole. These would keep me stuffed for the rest of the session. Thank goodness there is a long tail ending in a good sized ring to aid their extraction, otherwise I could have been left with a bum full of balls until nature intervened!

The last vestiges of Maggie's anger briefly surfaced and without warning she gave me another five rapid strokes with the Senior Cane. Those almost made me jump off the horse, but boy was I relieved when Mistress whispered that that was the end of my punishment and ‘lets get you into some shiny black rubber’. In addition I received the modified anaesthesia hood, more of this later, and I was ready for anything.

Mistress retrieved the leather wrist cuffs, using them to fix my arms loosely but securely behind my back. I was then instructed to back up against the Plank which was already upright and securely fixed to the Playroom’s overhead gantry. It had been quite obvious right from the boot worship, that this 7' length of Playroom equipment would be brought into  play at some stage, I mean how can you disguise a 7' solid bondage plank! Anyway, as instructed I tentatively leant back as the plank eased itself into position until it was happy to accommodate the weight of a rather large slave, and off we went.

Maggie moved about me, pulling on straps and stretching bandages tightly around me until I became at one with the Plank. Well almost, Maggie did stop to deliberate whether a knee strap was necessary and after a bit of umming and ahhing she did buckle it in place, though not too tightly. Mistress is a true expert in restraints, as, without the strap I doubt if I could have remained standing for as long as I did. With the strap, it allowed the strap to take some of the leg strain and extended my duration almost infinitely.

A very well fitted Kalis

As it was, I was very comfortable as I watched Mistress leave the room and later return wheeling in the IV stand which she brought beside me, then again she left the room closing the door behind her. From my restrained position I was perfectly happy standing, the playroom mirror had been carefully angled so I could admire my situation until my thoughts were interrupted by Maggie’s return. This time she brought in a brimming jug of what definitely looked like pee, emptying it into the rubber bag hanging from the drip stand. As my eyes wandered towards the bag and its contents I estimated over a litre of drink was now available.

Now the intricacies of the modified anaesthetic mask were fully revealed. Mistress had cunningly inserted the feeding tube up the centre of the attached hose which normally delivers aromas, meaning I could drink and be medicated at the same time. Now that is ingenious! It took a while to get started but with the taps on and a long hard suck I tasted the first trickle of fluid delivered down the drinking tube.

I was half expecting the next bit of playtime that Maggie had planned for her very willing follower, because a few days ago Mistress had announced on her Twitter feed that she had acquired a biting steel instrument called Kalis teeth; a most effective chastity device with a row of sharp teeth pointing inward into the wearers cock.

Fitting it on to a flaccid cock was relatively painless and I stood against the plank thinking calming thoughts to avoid an erection as Maggie carefully wrapped the device around my cock and balls. I couldn't see fully but I heard the ominous click as a small padlock went in place, accompanied by a tingle down my spine as Maggie threatened to leave it in place at the end of the session. Now there's something for me to contemplate in the future. . . I mean how could I last between sessions without attempting to get an erection. I mean every time I think of my Mistress. . . I digress. Back to the session fun.

Forced feeding

My sense of being dominated and under total control of Mistress took a step forward as Maggie sealed my eye holes with her eye mask. This is her own design and effectively seals you in behind the perspex lenses. The seal is effective and reduces the slave to taking air through the hose, regardless of whether it’s aroma filled air or not. Mistress really is inventive and very creative in her drive to give total satisfaction and loss of control to a subservient slave like me.

The application of the air tight eye mask also heralded a change in feeding habits. Up to now I had been sucking small quantities of nectar as and when I wanted, but now Mistress was exercising more control over her subject by utilising the delivery bulb attached to the feeding pipes.

A warning from Mistress followed by a syphoning squeeze delivered sufficient fluid for a mouthful. With the airtight mask it was either swallow or wallow in spilt pee inside the helmet. So, I am wrapped in latex to the bondage board with an airtight mask delivering both liquid refreshment and aromas and my cock was totally controlled by the Kalis; could a slave wish for any better treatment from his beautiful Mistress? Of course Maggie is capable of delivering an infinite variety of pleasure giving experiences and is not averse to using her latex clad body to help frustrate and torment her slave, by rubbing smooth rubber on rubber.

Forced climax

The next activity was probably the most cruel and tormenting Maggie could use on her slave. Out came the heavyweight Playroom vibrator and with consummate ease Mistress strapped it tightly against my exposed balls and turned it on. The exquisite torture was simply wonderful and at the same time so frustrating. My cock tried to get hard but was forced back into its flaccid state by the cruel prick of the enclosing needles, but the vibrator kept doing its work on my balls and I could feel the inevitable approaching climax.

Once Mistress has decided that you are going to be forced to climax there is absolutely nothing you can do to prevent the inevitable. I tried hard by concentrating on the pain in my cock, the nice day outside . . . but every time my thoughts drifted back to my state of servitude, and just to make sure Mistress moved her perfect body against the vibrator. The close proximity of Mistress, the insidious grasp of the Kalis, my current state of sexual arousal and that was it. I did try to warn Maggie but too late.

It was really strange to be forced to cum with a soft cock enclosed in steel and balls vibrating like a humming bird, but I suppose I moved that little bit closer to being totally under control and I love it.

Sucking now on an empty tube, all the nectar had been enjoyed and I had not missed a drop.

However it wasn't quite the end of the nectar resources, as Mistress insisted that as it was my fault that she had spilt the overflowing jug on the landing and that I would be cleaning it up. Scurrying along to where Mistress Maggie pointed, I sniffed all along the skirting board but on this occasion couldn't catch Maggie's scent, so I had to give the general area a thorough clean with sponge and disinfectant until Mistress was satisfied with the job.

And finally a tribute to my own Lady In Red

. . . I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight

I've never seen you shine so bright, you were amazing

I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side. . .

Chris de Burgh

A Load of Little B's

I had barely started to close the door to the Chambers when Mistress Maggie's experienced hand reached out and in an instant had a leash clipped onto my slave collar. Her insistent tugging allowed just sufficient time and freedom to remove my shoes and coat and leave them tidily in the hallway, I was then close reined and tugged upstairs towards the Playroom.

Was it my imagination or was Mistress purposely drawing me even closer to her golden latex covered bottom? When she abruptly stopped well. . . I didn’t, causing my face to be nestled into her right cheek. I think that temporary pause on the stairs was of her own design, otherwise I would have earned a stout telling off. Being allowed to kiss and fawn over the most beautiful latex covered globes I could imagine so soon after arriving is a most rare thing, and an opportunity I keenly grasped.

My plum latex catsuit was laid out on the bed as Maggie had decided it would be my uniform for the day. I was dispatched to the bathroom to return in just stockings and gloves. Oh, and of course my slave collar which by now had been released from my lead. It never takes long to cast aside my outdoor clothes, I talc the gloves and socks, slip them on and report back to the Playroom clutching my butt plug which I must present to Mistress. I was soon knocking on the Playroom door for the 149th time, butt plug in hand, waiting to be ordered inside by my owner.

Mistress was comfortably seated on her throne, or come to think of it she may have been less comfortable than usual as the chair had lost its regal covering. Anyway it was strangely located in the middle of the room facing the door, providing me with a full frontal view of my beautiful owner as I entered.

Kneeling down I was ready and very willing to worship those long black boots. When left to my own devices I usually complete one boot before moving onto the second, but Maggie wanted a different technique today that got my head moving in a military march like fashion; left boot, right boot then immediately back to the left, then to the right, lick kiss and worship . . .  and on it progressed, all the while accompanied by a similar military tattoo across my backside with a tan leather whip. Maggie placed her strokes with sufficient force to maintain my attention rather but they didn't qualify as a real punishment flogging. Once the boots were polished to Maggie's satisfaction it was into my catsuit, bend over the throne for the very rapid and most pleasurable insertion of the butt plug and we were ready to proceed to the real meat of today's training.

Then a bombshell. Mistress calmly looked me in the eye and gave me a right bollocking for failing to proofread a recently published blog. The formatting was poor, sentences not finished, words missed etc. ‘Why did I have to rectify more than a dozen of your mistakes slave?’ It was no use trying to give excuses, I could only apologise sincerely for my slovenliness and for bringing Mistresses reputation into disrepute by her owning an absolutely stupid and careless slave. I expected punishment and feared the worst.

Mistress then soothingly said, ‘don't worry slave I am not going to cane you this time’. Imagine the relief, I was to be spared the cane and again I promised that I would try much harder. At the time that single act of kindness carried far more weight than receiving the cane. I was quite happy to relax secure in the knowledge that a caning was not imminent, relaxed at being ordered to lie on the bed and be secured there by my benevolent Mistress and I was even relaxed as Maggie produced a card containing small metal clamps and started applying them to my cock and balls.

The first couple went on fine; Maggie carefully positioning them. A little discomfort was felt as she shook and stretched my cock to make sure the clamps were secured as well as her slave, but comfort levels quickly vanished as more of her clamps were applied. Mistress had obviously foreseen the reaction her clamps would have on my pain levels and had sensibly put a breathe through gag into my mouth to stifle any moans that might be forced out.

Things then definitely took a turn for the worse. I wasn't going to receive the cane but Mistress was going to attach her electrics box in the same haphazard way that I had approached my Blog writing. 'Maybe one wire attached to the top here', and I felt the top clip wobble as the electrode was clipped in place, then 'maybe one on your balls at the bottom'. An ominous twitching tremor ran along my cock and balls as the second electrode was clicked in place, and then another pair were attached to the sides, just for fun.

Almost my view in the mirror.

As Mistress ramped up the power I could feel now why I wasn't receiving the cane for punishment. As the setting went up and down it felt like a circular electric shock all round my groin area. Mistress laughed as I started to shake and I think I was also starting to cry. These little B's were really starting to bite, the electrics were becoming unbearable and I was really grateful for the gag. I was dribbling like mad as the little buggers bit my cock, spat out the current and genuinely really hurt.

And then, just as Mistress gauged I had received sufficient punishment and was starting to gradually reduce the input levels I really couldn't help myself. With the raging torment still running through those menacing clamps . . . I think I was forced to climax! I say think because the overall sense was one of painful cock and balls, but I also felt that familiar warmth of ejaculation. Mistress showed no solace when she removed the little b******s either, preferring to pull on each one until it became detached rather than unclip it. She quipped that these Chinese clamps were a bit rough round the edges, but I think they were probably made by Nippon because that was exactly what the clamps did!

Why I wasn't sure if I’d just embarrassed myself was because, although my cock had deflated, I still wanted more. More of my Mistress, more training, just more of my little slot in heaven, I wasn't tired, which is a typical male reaction after orgasm and I begged Maggie to continue with the session.

Released from the bed bondage Mistress allowed me the luxury of a little recovery time by presenting her derrière for some much appreciated worship. I know Maggie likes to have her rubber bottom gently stroked with a latex covered hand, and she certainly deserves to have her cheeks kissed and licked as well. One thing I find is that once kissed and licked latex becomes less 'smooth' and less easy to gently stroke; a slave needs a sensible strategy to accomplish both. No problem. Lick and kiss one cheek and stroke the other. When my drool had had time to dry I could change cheeks and continue my worship. I am really delighted Mistress allowed this brief recovery time as far more 'relaxing' experiences were to follow.

I was soon captured in the tight embrace of Mistresses leather straitjacket and a chest harness was buckled on over the top. The straitjacket is a particularly wonderful garment especially when worn over all my latex. You just slide your arms easily into its overlong mittened sleeves, and once strapped in and tightened up you can forget any thoughts of getting out on your own.

It was my turn to sit on the wooden bondage chair now and immediately a couple of ropes were lashed round my ankles to prevent me moving from any location. Maggie expended quite a lot of energy tightening straps around me, but the one around my shoulders had been positioned a little high giving me the chance to have a bit of fun. Gentle wriggling and shoulder shrugging when Mistresses back was turned forced it to slipped off my arms and lay loosely round my neck.

I don't know if Maggie realised my part in shuffling the strap off the shoulders (she will do now!), but once it had been noticed it was immediately repositioned under the securing eyes as the photo shows. It certainly wasn't going to slip off again!

I could marvel at the predicament I was so fortunate to be in as the room mirror had been angled in my direction. Though of course, having a tube stuck in your mouth and half a dozen rubber bandages wrapped round your head does somewhat restrict visibility. Visual isolation does heighten the other senses and the occasional touches I received from Maggie felt electric, the latex would move and squeak a little as she stroked my head or my stirring cock area, then it went quiet and I have no concept of how long Mistress kept me in isolation, I really was enjoying my dreams and I did notice that my previously deflated cock was making its presence felt as I thought of Mistress in her gold latex suit, her wonderful sense of humour and ravishing beauty, and I was generally quite 'hard' again.

When the bandages were finally stripped away I was to have the luxury of wearing the Belgium mask again, which meant I could gaze at my beautiful Mistress as she went about her business. But not before indulging in a second bit of fun though, and a kind that Maggie noticed more quickly.

She was standing right in front of me unwinding the last of the rubber bandages, me still breathing away through the tube gag. I discovered that if you wiggle the end of the tube with a few dextrous head movements you can manoeuvrer the end of the tube then suck hard enough a slave can attach himself to his rubber Mistress and draw her in closer! I used this technique and managed to latch onto Maggie’s breast but my tomfoolery was taken in good humour. I was in heaven again and I think I saw a glint in Maggie's eyes.

And so to the final part of my breathing exercises, with my formal introduction to Mistress Maggie's portable breathing bottle, it was safely secured on my back with a harness and attached to the Belgium mask with a hose. The bottle is a remarkable piece of equipment and one that a slave could wear for a long time whilst performing normal slave duties. The wooden throne needed some minor modification in order to accommodate the back pack, simply achieved by removing two slats from the back, something I had not seen done before. Two and a bit jugfuls of tap water were brought through and loaded into the bubble bottle so the tank was full, and I was off bubbling like a Leaky Cauldron. I did mention that I prefer Mistresses nectar, but even with her extra special capacity I think two jugfuls may have extended even Maggie's capabilities.

Clearly enjoying the bubble sounds and attempting to convert them into 'music' was not sufficient for Maggie. After a while she wanted to upset my breathing by judicious application of her electric vibrator. She backed on to me and started with the vibrator, pressing it into my crotch. Then little by little she opened her crotch zip and instead of wasting time on her slave she diverted attention to herself. Sat as I was in front of the mirror, I had the most glorious view of my Mistress as she enjoyed the vibes. Her eyes partially closed, she sank deeper onto my knee and so it continued until my leg felt the flow of warm fluid and Mistress sounded particularly happy. I, in turn almost came for the second time in one session. I was certainly rock hard again when Mistress came down from her high, giving me that very sweet smile that only she can generate and offering me a very moist vibrator to suck on.

What a privilege to clean Mistresses used vibrator and that was that. I was so happy Mistress Maggie had appeared to enjoy herself and not for the first time her slave was left a little frustrated. As in every session there are first experiences aplenty. The portable bubble bottle, the removable back of the throne, a very beautiful woman pleasuring herself on her slaves knee and of course, being milked by a load of little B's with a couple of thousand volts. Life is never dull and always exciting when you commit to being one of the slaves of a wonderful and imaginative Mistress.

The treatment worked by the way. I was way more careful in my next writings.

Caution: This 1:56sec bubble bottle clip has audio

 

Podiatry, Pegging and Prototyping

Dressed in my casual latex t shirt and proudly wearing my leather slave collar once again I was making my way to the Chambers of Mistress Maggie, and giving thought as to what may be in store for me today. Maggie was a little excited about a new hood she had designed and I suspected it would be down to me to act as her test pilot; a role I love doing for my Mistress. She had e-mailed me and one or two comments suggested that her design was almost ready and would 'leave me breathless'. What I hadn't anticipated was an up close and personal encounter with the new dildo harness Mistress had ordered on our recent trip to Cathouse.

I checked my watch three times just to be on the safe side and at exactly 14:30 I rang the Chambers bell. That familiar thrill was still there, in fact a more intense thrill after all my training, also that familiar fear of where my learning might take me today were both present as I pressed the doorbell. I saw Maggie's features through the semi opaque glass panel and as the front door slowly opened I got an eyeful of the new harness, complete with a large glass dildo pointing towards me in a somewhat threatening manner. I didn't know where I should look. I love looking at my beautiful Mistress but this little blighter looked as though it was beckoning me to come in. In reality it was Maggie who was doing the beckoning and I was soon following her undulating red latex tights up towards the Playroom, while the forward facing glass monster disappeared from view.

As I was licking and kissing Mistresses red boots I did literally get an eyeful of the crystal monster. Maggie’s boots were long ones; way beyond her knees, and at the end of one of my very long licks towards the top of the boots, what should poke me in the eye but the clear dildo. It didn't hurt, but unfortunately for me, I’d made the mistake of nuzzling against the invader a little too lovingly for Mistresses liking and was soon hearing the crinkling sound of a plastic bag being unfurled. Quickly I attempted to redouble my efforts down at the foot end of the boots, but Mistress reminded me of the rules 'No contact above the footwear!’, and had me kneel between her latex thighs to have the plastic bag placed over my head.

Not a punishment as such. Mistress knows her slave loves to surrender my very breathing into her care and so the bag was tightened and held until I was pleading, converting the last vestiges of oxygen into carbon dioxide. Maggie pulled me closer and gazed into my eyes and asked ‘What do you need slave, my kiss or my air?’ Without hesitation 'Kiss please’, I gasped and I felt the warmth of her wonderful kiss through the plastic. Of course my owner didn't want to loose her slave, well not this early in the proceedings, so after a few last gasps of useless air I was allowed freedom and huge gulps of fresh Playroom air.

After that I received assistance getting into my black catsuit and a very comfortable black latex hood, which, although I didn't realise at the time, was to remain my friend for the whole of the session. Mistress was transforming me, as sometimes pleases her, into her total rubber plaything.

Completely rubberised I was now given another honour, that with her guidance Mistress allows me to perform; treatment for her feet. Mistress eased her lithe form onto the couch in her Clinic, then lounging back with her legs in the stirrups presented the foot manicure case to me. I have learnt that this can be a relaxing, sensual experience for Mistress as well as a very stimulating service for her slave! I needed to constantly remind myself that I was there to make Maggie’s feet feel beautiful and not to gaze at her radiance, or for that matter, dwell on what she might do with the monumental crystal dildo that was once again pointing at me from centre front.

The long red boots that I had just worshipped were carefully removed and put to one side. Fine emery boards had been supplied so I could work away on Maggie’s feet, smoothing away any rough skin I detected. Mistress is after all a very active lady, it’s hardly surprising her feet take a hammering, and I love being able to use my increasing podiatry skills to return them to their delicate tip top condition. Once smooth, Mistress likes her special foot lotion massaged into her feet to finish the process, 'not between the toes, slave’. A comment which I had remembered from my previous pedicure duties.

Mistress insisted I should not get foot lotion on my latex gloves and instructed me to don a pair of the Clinic's black disposable ones before applying the cream. I've never used these gloves before and struggled to stretch them sufficiently to fit my hands, but what a pleasant sensation. Once I snapped them into place they actually sealed not only my latex covered hands but also part way up the sleeve of the suit. More latex, I was loving these new gloves, but of course as soon as the foot massage was done I had to discard them, to prevent covering everything else in cream while Mistress was continuing her planned session in comfort.

With the foot treatment successfully concluded it was my turn on the couch, with my legs wide apart. I knew we were about to test not only the new dildo harness but the stretchiness and openness of my bottom, because Maggie was wearing the black Clinic gloves now and already doing a good job of making sure my opening was well lubricated. I was strapped down, not that I wanted to get away, but more of a symbolic reminder of Mistress’ authority and grandeur, before receiving the most thorough pegging I have ever received.

On at least two occasions I thought Mistress was going to allow her slave some relief, but as I have been taught, I advised my owner that . . . I think I am going to cum! . . and on both occasions an immediate stop and a plaintive frustrated voice from her frustrated slave . . . No, I am not cumming Mistress. Maggie adjusted the couch slightly to alter the angle of attack and slid her glass rod inside my eager bottom for a second pegging; fast and furious and face to face with my Mistress. Unfortunately, or perhaps very fortunate in view of how close I was to involuntary melt down, Mistress stopped, stood back admiring her handiwork and commented with a grin. ‘What a massive hole you have now slave’ and promptly sealed the opening with my butt plug and we moved back to the Playroom.

Things quickly began hotting up and I became a lot more rubbery. I was guided into a second rubber skin, by way of the all enclosing rubber bondage sack and strapped in place. Mistress helped me on to the Throne which she had carefully positioned under the overhead gantry, a roll of rubber bandages emerged from behind the Playroom blinds and she used them with very good effect to bind me to the chair.

Now to that illusive prototype that I had been so looking forward to trialling. I must admit to looking a little strange for about ten minutes as Maggie proudly fitted her mask on me for its initial testing. A helmet with two giant tusks and a drinking tube that I was told to grab between my teeth. Maggie braced herself, presumably for what she anticipated to be a tricky fitting, however, on the count of three it was pulled over the top of my existing hood and successfully went on at first attempt, completely sealing my face inside. What an incredible feeling to have the tight mask completely engulf me in yet more rubber.

I now knew why Mistress had permanently attached my zip on hood at the start and didn't remove it; no unruly moist hair to deal with, just a splash of talc, a little tug and it was on.

Satisfied with the tight fit and ease of putting it on Mistress explained how she planned to develop the masks potential; full breath control, ability to drink, and from that I assumed prolonged wearing of the mask. Mistress does enjoy being in full control of the minions in her charge, especially rubber ones, and I could see why she was excited with the prototype. Naturally there remained work to do, but I was lucky enough to be allowed to inhale a blast of aroma through one of the tusks before I saw the hood removed and consigned out of harms way for further development.

I was already quite hot in my two layers of rubber, moreso with the headrushing aromas, they made me feel intensely warm all over and I was truly relaxed as I sat there wobbling on my rubber stuffed ass watching Mistress set up her enema equipment on the overhead gantry. Well, she isn't really going to give me an enema, I thought. Two layers of latex and me plugged securely would make that rather difficult even for my very inventive owner. Instead, Mistress casually dropped her trousers, stood right in front of me and filled a waiting jug with her nectar. Not a drop spilt (thank goodness) and a big smile behind my mask. Ahh - that's what the enema bag is for, and in my haze I could already imagine having my mouth filled with the warm golden nectar.

Sometimes slaves do get what they desire. Maggie strapped a breathe through gag into my mouth before pouring her fluids into the enema bag above me, the contents were soon running down the tube directly into my waiting mouth. In future, the drinking tube in the tusker may be used, but in the meantime the traditional gag would suffice for alternating my little drinks of nectar with little sniffs of the aroma. I got the impression that Mistress thought I was enjoying the process far too much, she opted to add a rebreather bag to make life more entertaining for herself and stressful for her slave.

I am no longer a novice to rebreathing and knew from previous experience to take long, slow breaths to get a very limited intake of fresh air through the base of the rebreather. Exhaling as much as you can forces a small amount of stale air from the bag and when you inhale a small amount of clean air is drawn in.

Mistress didn't help my concentration by adjusting the aromas, opening the drinking tube and just generally teasing her latex plaything. I managed to breath well though and more importantly I managed to finish my drink. All in all I reflected on another wonderful experience in rubber with my rubber Mistress.

With the addition of a blindfold Maggie maintained the rebreather for a little while longer. I sat and concentrated on the deep breath in, deep breath out routine until Maggie finally decided that I had received enough controlled breathing for the day, I was released from the rubber bandages, blindfold removed and eased carefully onto the latex bed to be covered in one of those very nice, very thick and totally opaque black rubber sheets for a little quiet reflection time.

I hadn't had this little luxury for a while and as I lay there in my own quiet rubber world I thought about the prospect of wearing the tusk helmet for extended periods and how exciting that might be. I thought about the rubber helmet that I had been wearing almost from the start of the session and how nice it felt to be permanently fully rubbered. I tried to wiggle my butt plug but it wouldn't budge, so I thought about watching my Mistress ramming the glass dildo rapidly in and out, but mainly I thought of Mistress Maggie and how fortunate I had been to be accepted for training almost six years ago.

I suspect I will see a lot more of the Tusk helmet once the improvements are complete, and I suspect that the comfortable latex hood and my head may become inseparable during many future training sessions, as nicely demonstrated today it made applying and removing hoods and helmets far easier for my Mistress.

Red Mistress to Green Goddess

Mistress Maggie opened the door and my jaw dropped. Maggie looked a vision in a very tight red latex two piece, her hair was an unexpected red colour and was cascading in waves over her shoulders. I was told to come in.

She motioned me toward her very sensual red lips and I thought I was going to receive one of those rare, heavenly, welcoming kisses that Maggie occasionally bestows on her slave. I was wishing so hard that I never noticed her hand go straight to the jugular and take hold of my slave collar, which she used to pull me in closer until I was within millimetres of her lips. Maggie withdrew having clipped on a leather leash, she was laughing and I was once more completely under her spell.

I had cleaned my wellington boots with a scrubbing brush that morning and brought them along as instructed. I must have looked particularly ungainly climbing the stairs, with the large welly box under one arm and my session bag on the other, but this was probably a good thing as I had an overwhelming urge to touch Maggie’s tightly clad bottom as she guided me aloft on the lead.

The calling mail had stated: Mistress needs your assistance with shifting some heavy stuff . . . and, as a simple slave, I thought I had a good idea as what was required when I entered the Playroom and saw the heavy Playroom bed, neatly covered in plastic and halfway from the wall. I wondered where Maggie was moving it to?

Oh well, that would have to wait as I was sent to the bathroom to return wearing my usual uniform of gloves and socks. What an amazing view I had as I lay on my back cleaning Mistresses black shoes. Gazing upwards past Mistresses tightly clad latex legs I became mesmerised by the red haired beauty that was smiling down at me. As I continued sucking and kissing first one heel then the other, Maggie matter of factly commented that I was cleaning away Scottish dust that had accumulated on her heels during her recent trip to Glasgow, I couldn’t help myself and responded by taking the heel out of my mouth and saying 'Och aye the noo' in an appalling attempt at a Scottish accent. It made Maggie smile and I was happy with that, and of course I immediately got back to work licking the Scottish dust off her heels, all the while being encouraged verbally by Mistress and physically with the regular and even thuds across my groin from her heavy Amsterdam whip.

I then had the delightful first experience of being fitted into Maggie's new catsuit. It’s a lighter weight and tighter one than my own and fastens with shoulder zips; a very snug fit for me and once those shoulder zips were closed, a deliciously tight experience. No time to lounge around enjoying the new suit though, and I had to kneel on the low punishment bench to have my butt plug inserted. Maggie spent considerably longer than normal lubricating and stretching my anus and commenting ’Feel that, I can get three and a half fingers in there’. I am not sure that Maggie has half a finger, I must have missed that.

In an earlier session Mistress had said she wanted more practice in fitting her 'Ball Stretching Toy', Maggie's title for her evil stainless steel humbler, not mine, and that time had arrived. The 'improvement' this time was that I was to receive the full 'benefits' from her Toy; ball stretcher and ball spikes would be fitted and operational, doing their CBT thing with my nuts. Rubber bandages were brought out and used to restrain me to the low punishment bench during the fitting, a loose and somewhat symbolic binding but effective all the same.

Mistress set about nutting and bolting the various sized metal pieces around my nether regions, occasionally consulting her diagram to make sure all parts were being assembled in the right order. I just lay there passively on my back, thinking the only toy that the Humbler could be likened to is the boys' favourite, meccano. It also finally dawned on me that the heavy stuff that I would be shifting was nothing to do with the bed at all, but rather, the heavy steel humbler device that Maggie now had fully locked and bolted to her slaves cock and balls.

You will notice an interesting conundrum. The humbler was most easily fitted by Mistress with me lying on my back, only to be told to sit up once the rubber bandages were released. Maggie then twisted and turned the Toy through my VERY wide spread legs until she was satisfied that her slave was correctly orientated with the BST. Toy indeed!

Once roped on, the leash was attached, I was allowed knee pads to protect my wonky knees, and we were off for 'walkies’.

A couple of turns of the screws to tighten the stretching and crushing and to make sure I was really 'enjoying' my exercise and off we trotted, round the room, off to the bathroom and . . . bollocks - I couldn't get the knee pads to stay on properly. This is not the easiest problem to resolve when you are fixed in a kneeling position and I really was in the dog house. But Mistress had this problem sussed; she knows how to get a bad dog ’walking on’.

Mistress walked ahead and draped her wonderful ass over the bannister. ‘You are a very bad dog. Come over here now and sniff your Mistresses ass, then if you can rear yourself up onto those hind legs of yours you can use your rubber paws to caress my wonderful bottom’.

My doggy ears pricked up, I was not going to miss out on such a wonderful invitation and I hurriedly limped and bounded across to where Maggie was leaning. No humbler was going to stop this doggy raising up and fulfilling his duty and I gently stroked and caressed her tightly latexed rear. In my earlier training I was far too afraid and thought it a great affront for a slave to contemplate such a sensual activity let alone be allowed to participate. Now, provided I have approval, I love the feeling of latex gloves on latex bum. Performed gently and with feeling my actions have Mistress purring and gently undulating those glorious globes, a truly wonderful experience for a slave, and Mistress, I really am sorry for my sloppiness with the knee pads.

This is the pose I presented to my owner back in the Playroom. I was then to adopt a similar pose on the low padded podium and Mistress did what any Mistress does with their pet; show it who's boss. First of all I was given a bone to chew; accurate description as it was a large, flesh coloured dildo that Mistress made me eat and almost swallow to let me gauge its size and then, in front of me, rolled a protective condom in place. I knew where that monster was now going.

That's why Mistress earlier declared a three and a half finger insertion. The dildo was larger than I normally accommodate, and as usual Mistress was very careful breaking new ground. Her strapon actually entered me really easily and despite, or perhaps because the humbler was still stretching and spiking my sensitive balls, the experience was exquisite. Maggie mentioned how the dildo was wider but a little shorter than before, nevertheless, she delivered several long, slow and very sensual strokes commenting on how pleased she was with the progress we had made since she first made inroads into that previously virginal ass; reminiscing on the moment when she first inserted her finger into my passage - Well, its dimensions are all a tribute to her own work, as Mistress owns that orifice exclusively along with the rest of me. My only comment was that Mistress allowed me too few long, slow strokes; perhaps all she needed to reinforce who is top dog in this relationship, or maybe didn't want her slave to embarrass himself by having too much fun? I think Mistress is pleased with her progress educating my back passage, I certainly am.

Removal of the 'toy' was remarkably easy and painless compared to the fitting, yet quite a relief I may add. After de-roping the harness, I was instructed to manoeuvre the Humbler to the front and lie back down and I was free in a matter of minutes. Removal of our latex wasn't quite as straightforward, our clothes had collected a lot of moisture. Anyone who is witness to the joys of heavy activities, no matter how pleasant, whilst sealed in a heavy latex catsuit, will appreciate just how much liquid can accumulate. As a precaution, Maggie insisted we both stand on a fresh towel and carefully help each other undress, a few moments in front of the Playroom fan and we were dry enough to proceed to Maggie's next planned activities.

The second part of the session was totally different; a plastic fetishists dream. Mistress has very recently become the proud owner of two vinyl 'radiation suits' and I now knew why I was to bring my boots. A proper 'nuclear survival' scenario was being created by my teacher. This inaugural run would also serve to see what improvements, if any, were necessary for the suits to operate successfully in the highly charged nuclear environment of Planet Playroom. We have learned from earlier sessions where PVC or latex clad feet have been involved, that ordinary socks are a necessity for getting the wellies on successfully and for minimising risks to the fabric. All four feet went into their respective boots and the gloves that are sealed onto the suits, well they fitted like the proverbial glove.

Maggie transformed the Playroom into a sultry, dark, sensual cave with the bed already being laid with clinically cool, green vinyl sheeting. The lighting was dimmed to be replaced with lanterns accompanied by a superb choice of mood music played to reinforce the realities of a post Brexit nuclear winter. The photo auto-flash could well have been another nuke; another reason to be with my owner taking hazmat precautions.

One improvement was immediately evident, to me at least. With the twin back zips snugly closed, I may have been protected from radiation poisoning but would die long before that took effect, as the suit is completely airtight. It is another superb experience to be slowly suffocating inside the strong plasticky smelling suit, whilst having an excellent view of my stunning owner through the clear plastic hoods. Mistress wisely left the top part of her hood open. Various options for preventing accidental suffocation were discussed, perhaps a mask with tube through the rear zip opening might suffice and even attached to a re-breather bag or bubble bottle. . . hmm. These decisions will be left to my Mistress to decide, her slave can only dream of the delights that await and Maggie was pleased with once more exercising her power over her slave.

Not content with watching her slave slowly expire, Mistress, decided to secure me in bondage. I quipped that the bed shackles would not fit round my boots, only to be spread-eagled with black rope to the bed corners. I really should know better than uttering such stupid comments! My vinyl environment was strong enough to take a few knocks, yet flexible enough to feel superb when zipped inside, and even better when my vinyl clad owner began sliding on top of her slave, finally moving into a straddle position right over my frustrated groin. She gazed into my soul, grabbed both sides of the loose plastic hood and gradually tightened the clear plastic across my face.

I think if I was going to die in a nuclear holocaust, this has got to rank as the top option for expiry. Lovingly gazing at my Mistress as she gently encourages all hope of survival to expire . . . then, just as I am starting to happily head to oblivion, the welcome influx of fresh air. It is so frustrating as Maggie knows that I love her being completely in charge of my breathing and really milks it; suffocating me, straddling my groin, the excited frustration growing each time Mistress repeats the de-breathing of her slave.

On a humorous note, when I complimented Mistress on looking like the Green Goddess, I received a playful rebuke for likening her to an old green fire engine, (look it up if you've never heard of a Green Goddess Fire Engine). I did try to explain I was likening her to the fit and rather luscious Diana Moran, who exercised her way through the BBC breakfast programme in the mid 80's. I was then treated to my own exercise routine from my own Green Goddess - Diana eat your heart out and you are officially deposed as my number one Green Goddess exercise queen.

We were nearing the end of another superb session and Maggie asked if I fancied a coffee? I playfully answered ‘No thank you. I'd prefer to stay here’. I had not expected Mistress to say OK and wander off to get a coffee for herself, closing the door behind her. She took ages, it was possible that she would not come back, leaving me all alone to wallow in vinyl and reflect on another session.

This slave now has a dilemma. I adore latex both me wearing and with Mistress wearing, I now think these vinyl suits equal the latex appeal, well almost anyway. I will equally enjoy whichever suit Mistress chooses for her slave to wear but on balance, I love stroking Mistresses buttocks in her tight latex. There is something mesmeric about standing, sitting, lying, being tied down and still be able to gently caress that superb form. I will make a mental note to stroke Mistresses latex clad buttocks on every occasion that presents itself.

Yet another brilliant session with a brilliant Mistress and I now know what to do in the event of nuclear fallout; go to my Green Goddess, Mistress Maggie's safe haven.

Approaching the Ton or Sharing a Flake

No matter which way you look at the session today, it can in no way be described as ordinary or routine; not that I can ever remember having 'ordinary' or 'routine' training with Mistress Maggie. Today had a bit more edge, something intangible and expectant; that little tingle that sets your pulse racing. A feeling that came to a brief but very shuddering halt as I rang the Chambers bell. I saw the misty vision of my Mistress through the small frosted glass pane in the door, and I knew it was my rubber clad Mistress who opened it if only just a few inches, and in a calm, even cold response said ‘Sorry, you are at the wrong house’. Then the door started to close leaving me bewildered.

Before I really had time to doubt my sanity and start to panic, the door re-opened and there was my beautiful Mistress, all smiles, welcoming me in as if the previous incident had never happened. Confused, I was told to remove my shoes and she beckoned me towards the stairs, where I was invited to sit on the third step where Mistress was already seated in her stunning black latex catsuit. A cotton hanky was held over my nose and mouth and I was encouraged to take deep lungfuls of aroma as Maggie held the soaked cloth in position, ‘To help you get over your shock slave’. Mistress is always full of surprises even before having entered her Chambers.

Suitably re-assured and aroma’d I was to follow Mistress and her awesome derrière up the stairs to the Playroom. I have worshipped those beautiful black latex clad buttocks on so many occasions ascending the stairs and I know to look and don’t touch, despite Maggie gauging her slaves concentration by stopping abruptly on occasions, my nose almost making contact with the cleft between those perfect cheeks, but only nearly as I have been well trained.

As Mistress was outlining where she would take me today, her phone rang. I was immediately ordered onto all fours to provide a seat for her while she took care of the enquiry. With arms and knees locked I was a stable and comfortable telephone stool, who naturally was able to listen as Mistress in that familiar tone talked with some unidentified but very fortunate new recruit. I knelt and enjoyed being of use.

More surprises as Mistress instructed boot worship. On this rare occasion I was still in my outdoor clothes as I set my tongue working on her shiny footwear, my licking was accompanied by real laughter from Mistress as I tried surreptitiously to check how high the boots actually went. I’ve been scolded in the past for allowing my worship to stray beyond her footwear, and today I was trying my hardest not to make it obvious that I was checking the extremities. Failed. Maggie thought the failure was most amusing and I love the sound of her laughter, particularly when I have provided the amusement. They were black patent boots to just over the knee by the way.

Boot duty completed and I was quickly dressed into what has become my ‘normal’ slave attire of latex socks, gloves, catsuit and hood, and my old friend the butt-plug; not worn for a while, hence the cotton cloth being placed over my mouth again for another intoxicating dose of aroma, it helps the anal muscles relax and accept the rubber plug. I was now ready for what was arguably one of the most arduous parts of my training since I started. No not CBT, BDSM, asphyxia, ball stretching, tight bondage, breath play or electro-play, but the simple art of carrying a tray round the Playroom in preparation for a time when hopefully I will be used for the same task in earnest.

First Maggie had to attach the tray to her slave, and we tried the waist strap at a much lower position than last time. The supporting chains needed more attention; needing to be equal on either side and hold the tray level when I was standing to attention. After a few attempts at levelling Mistress was satisfied that we had achieved a stable platform, she took note of the chain setting whilst I had the responsibility of confirming that I could serve with the tray secured in its current position. That is a BIG responsibility for a slave, having to actually make a decision and confirm that Mistress had got the settings correct.

On to my actual ‘dumb waiter’ training. It was to be as real as possible within the training environment, so I was led round the upper floor of the Chambers with my tray firmly attached, the aim to maintain its steady horizontal position and carefully move through doorways without banging anything. Maggie deposited cups, saucers and dishes in various places in various rooms, accompanied with a stern warning that these were the real McCoy and would break if I was clumsy. Hmmm no pressure then!

I received a steady stream of instructions from Maggie, she sat monitoring my progress and highlighting any techniques that needed refining. Maggie’s leather teddy bear who goes by the name of Ted took on the role of a guest for the purposes of this realistic tray training.

Maggie was seated on her throne, from whence came my first request. ’Can I have a cup of tea please?’. Off I went to find a cup and saucer and placed them on the serving tray, then on to the bathroom where I made the cup of tea, well actually I had to substitute tea for cold water from the tap, and pretend it was the real thing for this exercise, then carefully make my way without spilling any tea, across the landing and into the playroom, bend my knees so Mistress could see the contents of the tray and help herself to a cup of tea. Mistress and her teddy guest were both rather thirsty, and so it went on. Making my way between rooms, fetching and carrying and repeating the actions, all the while guarding the furniture and trying to keep the full cups and glassware from clanking and spilling. I couldn’t give any form of verbal feedback, as I was pump-up gagged like a proper dumb waiter, as is possible I may be for the centenary celebrations.

Mistress kept me at this part of my training for a long while, as practice makes perfect. By the end I was moderately proficient at my task, although I must remember to clean the tray when empty and out of sight of Maggie’s guests.

And now for something completely different. Off came the tray, out came the plug and replaced by the Kegel electro balls. My concentration was exchanged for the quiet contemplation and passive acceptance of being inserted into the bondage sack and attached to the Playroom bondage chair. I was expected to sit and roast and receive a good dose of electro-therapy via the Kegel’s, along with a couple of extra specially chosen cock and ball electrodes. That was until Maggie discovered that one of the wires to the Kegel's had become detached as I’d shuffled onto the chair.

Naturally it was my fault and as a consequence I ended up with only half my asshole being electrified, but I suspected from the smile on Mistresses face that she wasn’t altogether disappointed, the redundant wire was soon unplugged and a suitable alternative attached. Yes, it was the twin pinwheel, and from where I was sitting those wheels were more than a suitable alternative when set rolling up and down my cock!

By this time I was wearing a gas mask with rebreather bag which was inflating with a regular rhythm. From time to time Mistress came along and removed the rebreather bag, sending welcome whiffs of aroma through the port instead, then screwing the bag back in place, making her slave breathe his own air again. I was floating away, and felt totally relaxed as the latex sheet was draped over me and total darkness descended. The last time this happened with the electrics purring away, I rather embarrassed myself under the sheet, but this time I controlled my urges and eventually emerged a very excited but under control slave.

I was transplanted from my seated position to the Playroom bed. Not a mean feat, as feet were securely strapped within the sack, but one we achieved with a few hops and a final jump onto the rubber bed, where I very willingly reclined for another part of Maggie’s sadistic plan.

Lightly attached to the bed, Maggie straddled her slave with those glorious latex covered buttocks inches from my face, and proceeded to assemble her perspex ball crusher around cock and balls. I have not previously had the pleasure of being in its grasp, but I had seen Maggie’s husband John manufacturing it a while back. Naturally, I could not see it at the time but can now in the pictures.
I guessed I was also to be subdued for the CBT, as the rubber anaesthetic setup was assembled, ready to deliver the pleasure enhancing aroma to the mask that was about to be strapped firmly onto my face.

‘A few more turns slave’, and the crusher squeezed tighter. I had no responsibility but to accept her ministrations as my poor balls took on quite an unnatural shape. This I didn’t mind. I had a glorious unrestricted view of the most stunning latex covered derriere, whilst Maggie was doing to her property whatever she wanted. Flattened balls do give an insidious, growing ache. Not the sharp staccato of a needle, nor the constant prickle of the electrics, but nonetheless over a short period the squashing was just as painful. However, I did get a pleasant massage once the balls were released, enough to return my pancake shaped balls back to their natural state.

We finished with a long discussion about our 100th celebrations; Mistress has some special plans that have not been disclosed to me. And as a wonderful parting gesture to session 99 Maggie unwrapped that all important Cadbury’s 99 chocolate flake, which we shared as we cleaned around. I promised not to let Mistress Maggie down or embarrass her during whatever she has planned for our next, the centenary celebrations.

Latex Tie and Tease

I was advised by Mistress Maggie that session 60 would take me back in time, to the basics of rubber pervery. I left my clothes in the bathroom and returned to the Playroom wearing only black latex knee length stockings, zipped black latex opera gloves and my ever-present black leather slave collar. After the obligatory worship at Mistresses feet and having my new black, flexible butt plug comfortably inserted, we were ready for the real work.

We proceeded to get me into my tight black rubber catsuit, and then Maggie helped me into her thick black rubber bondage sack, making sure that every zip was shut tight. My head was covered with a tight latex hood and I was positioned on the bondage chair where Maggie wrapped me to the chair with her rubber bandages. Not tight, more symbolic, but enough to let me know I was expected to remain tied on the chair - and remain quiet by all accounts, as the rubber tube pump gag was inserted and inflated.

Maggie momentarily disappeared to the Clinic, returning with the IV stand, enema bag and associated tubes and carefully assembled them to my left. I had received enemas before but I thought it strange and virtually impossible to receive one in my current position, particularly as the butt-plug and two layers of encapsulating rubber intervened.

Well, I soon knew where the liquid was coming from as I watched Maggie slip her dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the ground, and deposit a full litre into a strategically placed measuring jug, then pour it into the enema bag.

As the enema bag was attached back on the IV stand, it dawned on me exactly where the liquid was intended to flow. The flexible rubber tubing was attached to the breathe-through inflatable gag that had just been installed.

Over the next hour or so I was subject to such an onslaught of teasing that was incredibly cruel. No tight ties, no spankings or slapping, no pain, no needles in nipples but the torture was there. Could it be that Mistresses reference to 'Back to Basics' actually was taking me back to that first session in 2011 where we were exploring what really pressed my buttons?

The teasing had started with watching Maggie pee a whole litre into the measuring jug. Mine to be consumed. Watching Mistress disrobe to her latex undies, erotically polish off a dish of sweetly scented strawberries and cream, then strap a latex dildo onto my lap. What can I say?. Having a totally untouchable, yet beautiful Mistress bouncing on my knee was so intensely frustrating!



At last Maggie hopped off, I had finished my drink and the piss bag was empty, an appropriate time to swap my pump up gag for a gas mask Mistress thought, she adjusted the head straps ensuring a tight fit and screwed on a flexible hose, she has used it before to cut off my air supply, in the most pleasurable of ways. More frustration for this gasping slave, now used as a mere accessory.

Mistress disappeared again. My senses had already been well tested, what with the strawberry smell, Maggie’s liquid infusion, her sounds of delight and my lack of breath, but when she returned she was carrying a gas mask, stopping in front of me she put it on. I did get a brief glimpse of her goggled eyes before being plunged into darkness with a blindfold.

The next few minutes were so intense as she began to cuddle and caress my rubber exterior, the exquisite breathes of Mistress so close and clear, I couldn’t take  any more teasing and with a grovelling apology I climaxed inside my zipped up catsuit.