Goodness, Gracious, Great Balls of ...

... Saline. 

Quite a celebration for my 250th session with my excellent Mistress Maggie. Why the title? Well, initially I knew 100% what the end result of this session would be from the calling mail.

'Pack your kit bag with your red catsuit and matching accessories to bring to session. Best to wear big pants'.

The reference to 'big pants' always suggests that I will be leaving The Chambers with an oversized scrotum that will need that extra bit of space to get home. I was convinced I was right until Mistress posted the following on X the morning of our appointment.

'It’s gonna be a doggy style day'.

Being outsmarted by my Mistress is not that hard to achieve as I am but a dumb servant. The question on my lips as I arrived was whether I would be receiving a pegging, a pumping or both?

Mistress laughed when I mentioned my dilemma and said the picture on X had absolutely nothing to do with the session, and yes, it was big ball time.

During my boot veneration of those wonderfully shiny, red PVC thigh high boots I detected a slightly more serious approach to the encouragement to my backside. I heard one or two unusually loud crop cracks as leather met bare bottom, but by the time Mistress reached that stage I was beyond hurting and simply arched my buttocks to offer my cheeks for more kisses from the crop.

In almost no time I was into my red latex catsuit to accompany the matching gloves and socks that I had changed into during my brief trip to The Bathroom. I managed the suit almost on my own, but needed a little assistance with getting my arms comfortably installed. I have to admit I do like that bit of assistance and the gentle touch of Mistress’s hands that goes with it.

Maggie gave me a rub down to remove any talc splashes, and to help Maggie so she didn't have to bend down I finished the cleaning below the knees. I was now ready for my butt plug, which slipped in easily once lubed and I am starting to feel there is something missing when I am not wearing it.

With our Initial preparations over we adjourned to The Clinic where my view was drawn to a very neatly arranged series of red rubber straps, and the surprise of the new red hood that Mistress had invested in sitting precisely on The Couch where my head would be. There was nothing unusual about this neat arrangement as Mistress has always been so organised with her preparation and it is these little details that help define Mistress as the best of the best.

It didn't take long for the straps to be re-arranged and placed at appropriate points around my body and arms. Once they were all fastened I had no arm movement and was once again totally under control. I could still walk but that didn’t last for long, once I’d arranged myself on the couch as instructed my legs were strapped together in the same way. 

In preparation for aroma deployment Maggie taped a cannula in place; a superb piece of kit designed and made by Maggie's husband, the new hood fitted like a second skin over the cannula, it’s front outer cover remained open for the moment and I felt truly relaxed.

A group of four T.E.N.S. electrodes were placed in the area above my groin and immediately turned on, and there they stayed, pulsing away for virtually the remainder of the session, creating the most frustrating yet exciting feeling. Frustrating because they were just outside the range to allow my release yet exciting because the sensation was akin to Mistress gently massaging and stroking that area.

Two further e-stim circuits were added through the groin area, but with my legs bound together it was hard to open the zip sufficiently, making it tricky for Mistress to place the electrodes where they were wanted and getting the circuit live. Perseverance is always the name of the game and eventually I was subjected to all circuits sending their random sensations about my lower body. 

Ah, the main event. Hurray! Big ball time!

I couldn't see what Mistress was applying to my cock and balls, it turned out to be some kind of mesh bag, red of course in keeping with Maggie's theme. It was tied in place with a tight string capturing my cock and balls. Looking at the pictures, that whole area reminded me of a vegetable bag for holding carrots. Strange how my mind works at times, 

My cannula tube was attached to the aroma pump now, and once Maggie had added a quantity of my favourite aromas to the system I was privileged to receive my first pump of the day. Its effect was instant, sending me into a deeper state of relaxation, which was just as well because the next event was the installation of two needles for delivering the saline.

With the sterile environment created round my abdomen I barely felt the two needle pricks being pushed into my scrotum, and was almost dropping off to sleep when Mistress announced the drips were set up and both were running nicely. It’s a fairly slow process and there is little or no feeling of your scrotum being expanded.

Aware of the 'dead' time between starting the filling and the ball sac accepting the whole litre of saline solution, Mistress would be including some training activities to keep me engaged while the hours whiled by. I knew my nipples were about to receive attention when my nipple zips were opened and my nipples treated to a talcing. 

Out came a pair of nipple towers the nipple training started, I really did not appreciate these pesky bits of equipment, they had to be screwed so tight to obtain even the weakest of grips and frequently had to be reattached after each nipple in turn made a break for freedom. The repeated re-attachment makes for a severe test of willpower, but more importantly they were starting to annoy Mistress and ultimately they were consigned to the bin. Maggie left to find something more 'suitable'. 

Returning with the Tower Of Pain, another fiendish creation by Maggie's husband, John. Mistress was far more happy using this, it seemed to work a treat and even when its clamps stretched my nipples ‘til taut I was able to breath through the pain, not without help from my nurse’s magical medicinal aromas being fed through my cannula of course. It showed how much I was under Mistress’s spell when I accepted her kind offer of some cream to sooth my nipples, which were quite elongated by now.

The cream was presented in a petri dish and my kind nurse carefully applied it to each of my nipples with a cotton bud. It had a slight warming effect but that didn’t deter me from from saying yes when offered some more. It turned out to be Deep Heat. Normally this would make me flinch, but today, just the opposite, I had nothing to complain about, after all I had my kind caring, considerate owner looking after my poor nipples, and not wishing to waste the contents of her petri dish she also visited my balls and devilishly applied the remaining cream randomly about them. That didn't register at all, possibly the saline insulated the pain?

As my scrotum continued to fill I was finally treated to the full effect of the new latex hood, when its outer hood was zipped all the way up over my face it acted like a rebreather hood, yet being a transparent latex I could see through it and watch as my Mistress went about her business, something I’ve not been able to do for a long time, another advantage is that the rubber does not appear to steam up so the vision is never degraded. I was also handed the aromas pump ball that allowed me to self medicate. I really cannot speak too highly of the new hood which was a great surprise and will serve as a memento of my 250th session with Maggie.

I think in the couple of hours of ‘filling time' we did not achieve the full litre, Maggie estimated my balls had about 800mm of saline. That was that in terms of available time, but when released from the carrot bag I was encouraged to have a little walk around then through to The Playroom to feel my ball’s heavy weight and admire our handywork in the full length mirror. 

I just had a homogenous blob where once my useless cock and balls were, in their place I now had a useless football between my legs. By no way unusual when filled with saline, the whole area felt cold, but it felt truly great to know that my owner had been able to perform this operation on her very willing slave.

A quick trip to The Bathroom had me soaking the towel that had a few spattering's of blood and I rather erroneously announced that the British Army wore red coats to hide the blood and justified this buy quoting the film Zulu! I just hope that Mistress Maggie doesn't take umbrage. I Googled it and the British Army's red coats, or "redcoats," were primarily a result of practical and economic factors rather than a deliberate choice for camouflage or intimidation. Red dye. Sorry Mistress.

As the final accolade to session 250, Mistress deemed fit to stamp me with her seal of approval above each nipple. It wore off the next time I showered, but I was honoured to wear it for even a short period:

Friday the 13th – Again

Why is Friday 13th considered unlucky?

Many believe the superstition started in the Middle Ages and is rooted in the crucifixion, as Jesus Christ was betrayed on a Friday and there were 13 individuals present at the Last Supper. As a result, Friday and the number 13 were perceived as unlucky, but they weren’t paired until the 19th century. However, for this rubber slave the exact opposite are my feelings about Friday 13th. 

Ever since I was fortunate enough to start visiting Mistress Maggie I have gravitated to sessions on a Friday. When I was working I could skive off for the afternoon, get a shower on the way to the Chambers and have a glorious afternoon knowing that my Mistress would then be able to relax without further commitments over the weekend. Statistically, there is always the chance my training will fall on a Friday 13th and hence why I love the date.

There was one minor incident in today's session that could be attributable to the 'unlucky 13th' myth, that severely embarrassed me and annoyed Mistress for the couple of moments it took to clean up my mess, but because of Maggie's professionalism, once cleared the incident was put behind us.

Mistress looked absolutely stunning in a skintight ensemble that was almost all black latex, even sporting an open face latex hood that enhanced the beauty of the wearer. I did notice that she was wearing transparent latex gloves and had her hair up in a bun. I took it as her own hair, but that did prove to be an incorrect assumption, at the bottom she sported a pair of glossy black knee boots. All I knew at this stage was that it was to be another lucky 13th.

I was sent off to the bathroom to return in gloves and socks, black latex ones of course, and to bring my owner a glass of water. After the opening boot worship Mistress stood directly in front of my eyes, opened her crotch zip and let out a cascade of her golden nectar into a bowl. When she handed the bowl to me to hold I assumed I was to be treated to an early tipple and went to drink, only to be stopped and told to place it carefully on one side. I then had to help laying out the PVC sheet and once it was where Maggie wanted it I was instructed to kneel on it, making sure my arse was well in the air and over the centre of the sheet. I couldn’t see, but heard the cutting of strips of gaffer tape, each one placed in such a way to keep my anus open and stretched. 

 

The last time I had this type of arse play, almost four years ago, I ended up with yellow tape and a soapy water enema. On this occasion Mistress decided on black tape and the contents of the bowl that I had recently seen deposited were syphoned into me through an inflatable butt plug. There is something a little unreal and out of this world to be partially filled with Mistress's fluids; perhaps even spiritual to have your Mistress's fluids actually inside your bum. Anyway, after a couple more pumps with the inflating balloon and a conical bung inserted to keep my luxury load inside, I was told to clear any spillage. It’s a shame to waste good wine so was happy to lap it all up, then was sent to the bathroom to clean the used bowl. As I walked I could feel Mistress's pee moving deep inside me.

At this point it was time for total rubberisation. Maggie helped me into my Invincible rubber work suit, and picking up a bundle of hemp proceeded to create an elaborate rope harness round my stomach and through my crutch, to be tightened to the rear at waist height. Maggie then stood back and began deliberating on what she’d just done, realising that she might have got a bit carried away with her rope work she began modifying it so as to create a simpler but quite restrictive lower body harness, more in keeping with what she’d envisaged.

The spare rope was used as a temporary lead to guide me through to The Clinic where I saw that the couch was covered in a rubber sheet. That particular covering turned out to be a godsend in the moments to come. In the meantime, I sat carefully on the couch and helped in whichever way I could with the donning of the inflatable straitjacket. I have worn this before and despite being inescapable it is very comfortable and snug when pumped up. For the moment it wasn’t inflated and I was to remain content with that. Later on the jacket was duly pumped up accompanied by the loud noise of the small electric pump whirring away, as the inflation valve is right next to my left ear. 

I was a little intrigued by the small diameter rope that Mistress dextrously zigzagged round my groin area and pulled quite tight. I would find out what that was used for in a moment.

With the addition of the GP5 gas mask and Aromas Pump Hose, I was ready to have my balls inflated and two needles were administered into my scrotum. Mistress had obviously analysed the performance of smaller needles used in previous infusions and chose to use larger bore ones so the saline drips would work faster. That certainly worked, my ball sac began to enlarge as the two bags on the IV stand continued to steadily deliver the whole of their saline load. With things flowing nicely Maggie inflated the straitjacket, which filled time nicely while the infusion was underway.

And now for that Friday 13th moment, or in Maggie's terminology, ‘a Houston event’. I moved and could tell that something had come loose. I was about to lose all that lovely nectar and unfortunately some less than lovely bowel contents. I had no option but to alert Mistress, and I knew she was bound to be disappointed with the situation. The saline drips were disconnected, the cleanup began and thank goodness for the rubber sheet which now had the enema plug's escaped plastic bung lurking in the middle of it! Still in the inflated straitjacket and tentatively shuffling with a towel between my legs I was escorted to the bathroom and cleaned up as was the rubber sheet. After a serious spray of air freshener everything was back on course. Mistress handled this unexpected situation brilliantly, but I was left SO embarrassed. 

Mistress put on a fresh pair of gloves, I was ordered back on to the freshly cleaned couch and my saline infusion was reconnected. One of the needles was running slowly after all this disturbance and needed to be replaced, that only took a minute or two and once more, both of the 500ml bags were depositing their contents into my swelling ball sac.

Ah! so that was what the smaller diameter rope was for; to provide some containment around my groin area. On previous inflations Mistress has used various methods to restrict the swelling to just the ball sac, but this time had chosen to just let the fluid find its own equilibrium, and in any case, it would be funny to see my little cock get subsumed by my balls, which is exactly what happened to Mistress’s great amusement. Oh yes, a real hoot when you try to pee! 

Speaking of pee, Mistress had recharged her nectar reservoir and produced another bowl of warm tasty pee. My mouth would be the second opening to receive this honour today, but firstly I asked if the inflatable butt plug that was becoming uncomfortable could be removed. Once more I was to be escorted to the bathroom, at least the inflation was complete by now and we had chance to deflate the straitjacket to make the trip easier. Thankfully this time there were no contents left to drain and the plug came out easily and cleanly and the air freshener was not required!

Back on the couch Mistress re-inflated the jacket to its full capacity before I was allowed the taste of her fresh nectar. Off came the GP5 to be replaced with a feeding tube. I have used the tube a few times before and Maggie has modified it to make it really easy to manage the flow. The two empty saline bags were replaced on the IV stand with the funnel and my imminent treat was gently poured down that funnel, eventually entering my very welcoming throat.

And that was that, apart from that one Houston moment this Friday the 13th was another monumental success. As Mistress helped me disrobe and removed the rope from around my groin I was able to marvel at the transformation and weight of my cock and balls for the first time. To give you some comparison of the extra weight I was now carrying, 1 Litre of saline weighs approximately 1.1kg and a standard bag of sugar weighs 1kg. I am glad I didn’t have to explain to a doctor why my weight had increased by 1kg in an afternoon! 

These days I always carry a pair of incontinence pants in my perv bag, and although there was some leakage it was very slight on account of me only having the three pin holes. It took nearly 24 hours before I could safely bin the pants.

Mistress Maggie, a sincere thank you for giving me a really heavy ball experience and I remain a little embarrassed of the smells I gave in return and it was one of the best Christmas presents I could ever want. Have a peaceful Christmas, a Happy New Year and I will see you in January 2025.

Caution: This 1:56s enema clip has audio.

Oh... and Wear your Big Pants!

Now those who follow my blog will know that whenever Mistress Maggie instructs me to wear ‘big pants’ in her calling mail, I always leave the Chambers with some massively inflated balls. You may also remember that previously I have relied on a rather nice pair of latex pants to make sure that any leakage on the way home would be contained, and even so I have still experienced a couple of leaks. That was until recently, when Mistress produced a pair of incontinence pants and insisted I wear them to go home in, which certainly solved the problem. So, this time I popped into a local store close to The Chambers and bought my own; a 10 pack of large size pants. Oh boy am I pleased I did get them. More of that later. The more regular instruction was to pack my black latex suit, accessories and of course my own red butt plug.

I arrived outside the Chambers with probably the most comprehensive guide as to what was about to happen and a huge smile on my face at the thought that Mistress would once more be let loose on my body with absolutely no restrictions from this very devoted slave. The ultimate aim is when I leave, Maggie is happier than when I arrived.

Mistress greeted me in her black and white nurses outfit; most appropriate as I knew I was to be subjected to the upcoming medical procedure. I never fail to be mesmerised by Maggie's beauty and plain sexiness, and once again had that overwhelming urge to kiss and fondle her bottom as I followed her shiny latex pants and tightly corseted waist up towards the Playroom. I am too well trained to allow myself to be drawn into that lovely rubbery environment, but live in hope that one day Mistress may stop on the stairs and allow me that luxury.

In the Playroom, now clad in my newly chlorinated gloves and socks, I set about licking, kissing and worshipping those beautiful legs encased in her knee boots, while fighting the urge to cross the boundary between boots and the forbidden latex area above them. Whatever actions I take are always with the consent of my Mistress otherwise what has all this training been for? Light encouragement from Maggie's black and white crop, used gently enough not to hurt but sufficiently hard, played a part in reminding me that I was there for Mistresses pleasure and not my own.

I was ordered face down with bottom raised, at which point Maggie sat on my back and started to lube my anus. Even this simple action of sitting astride my bare back in her warming latex trousers sent shivers down my spine. I can feel the warmth radiating from the heavenly interior and all thoughts of my wonky knees just vanishes. It may appear a relatively insignificant act but to a slave craving any contact from his owner, this is a little part of heaven.

Once the electro plug was inserted, Mistress helped me into my Invincible working suit and zipped me in, making sure the butt plug cables were safely routed through one of the 5 zips in the suit. That tight suit feels fantastic especially when Maggie helps me into it and then starts to dust off any talc with one of her soft cloths. Again more contact, even through rubber, is exactly what draws me closer and closer to my Mistress and I believe Maggie fully understands this sensual contact as every now and then I get he most gentle yet highly charged stroke to somewhere on my latex clad body.

Maggie explained the next part of the procedure. I was to be restrained in a black heavy rubber body bag and secured further with a series of white straps. Of course, I have promised to agree to whatever she wishes to do, especially when it means an extra layer of latex! I was soon encapsulated in the body bag, but if the white straps were fully tightened there would be no way I could manoeuvre into the Clinic.

As is often the case Maggie had already thought of that, saying that she would lightly tighten them to make sure they would all fit round the right places but would tighten them later in a manner that would also immobilise my arms. I was thus able to hop from the Playroom to the Clinic, where I was able to position myself on the latex covered couch and Mistress proceeded to tighten the straps while incorporating my arms. Now I really couldn't move even if I wanted to, which I didn't. There was no need for the fitted couch straps. I just wasn't moving.

I was then fitted with a side port gas mask. That really was a struggle to get over my head and Maggie ended up having to slacken off all the straps. Even so my poor Mistress continued to struggle with it before finally being satisfied that it was in place and air tight. To finish off my complete rubberization, Maggie fitted an open faced hood over the gas mask and once more I was in my favourite apparel; completely covered in rubber.

At that stage there was not a single square inch that was exposed to the Clinic air. I think it is also one of Mistresses favourite scenarios with her slave totally covered in heavy rubber. Just to add a little more spice to the situation, Maggie went round each strap and further tightened each one. Sometimes I wonder if my owner is telling me I am too fat!

I was now ready for the main event. Maggie wanted to undertake some creative needle work and proceeded to create a sterile area round my cock and balls before inserting a cannula needle. A chastity device swiftly followed, secured with the click of a lock and I was ready for some creative ball play. I do love it when Maggie lets her creative juices flow on my cock and balls. I am happy to take the little pricks provided my Mistress is enjoying herself, and once it was attached to the cannula needle she was happy that the saline drip was flowing nicely.

Mistress allowed me quite a few whiffs of aromas to ease any discomfort as she inserted 8 hooks in my inflating balls and attached a bandage to each hook, the other ends being stretched and attached to the Goalpost attachment at the foot of the couch. Needless to say, I didn't dare move to look at the results of her artistry, as one move on my part may have disrupted Maggie's otherwise impeccable hooking. To finish off the artistic creation, a series of green needles were inserted to create a framework for my now massively inflated balls.

When I saw the images that Maggie had taken I was mesmerised and delighted that once again Maggie had transformed my mostly miserable looking set of genitals into a masterpiece.

2 * 2 Ltr rebreather bags

Once satisfied with her artistic creation and my obvious joy at the outcome, Maggie wanted to test my lungs with a pair of 2ltr re-breather bags attached to the gas mask. Even though I say so myself, I was moderately pleased with the length of time I managed in this configuration. I managed to keep them replenished with air, breathing slowly in, slowly out, while thinking and hoping that Maggie was happy with my efforts.

With the cage removed Mistresses soft side was presented to her slave when she gently massaged my freed cock and a happy ending was had by all.

Ok, back to my foresight having purchased the male sanitary pants. I definitely needed their protection because of the number of punctures to my ball sack, both from the needles and hooks. There was a lot of saline oozing from the various holes and some spots of bleeding too. By the time I got home the pants had done their job and internalised the leakage, but I did need to change for a fresh pair as there was still a little saline trying to make its way out. So, be warned. If you are instructed to come in your 'big pants' then invest in some sanitary pants. They are worth their weight in wee. I now always have a pair in my perv bag.

Would I go through it again? OF COURSE. And more, because at the end of the day I think Maggie enjoyed her artistic interlude and that is all that matters. Thank you Mistress Maggie.

Big Balls Day

When I received the calling e-mail it almost told me exactly what to expect. The pre-session mail from Mistress Maggie included the following -

‘Wear big spacious pants as a precaution. Rubber nurse is planning a big day for you.’

I think it was safe to assume that I was going to receive a long overdue saline infusion and give Mistress a huge set of testicles to play with. It also acted as a reminder to pack my latex underpants into my kit bag for the return journey, just in case the saline leaks out of my balls as has happened before. As I made way to Maggie’s Chambers I was curious to find out if I had accurately diagnosed my treatment.

Yep, this time I got my assessment exactly right. That is not to say that was all that happened during another wonderful session with my Mistress. Once again, due to the cool weather, I was invited to get rid of my outdoor clothes and don my rubber socks and gloves in the Playroom. I was of course feeling a little excited having been greeted by Maggie in her all white nurse uniform, topped off with a very bright and shiny white bobbed wig. I have to admit feeling a trifle embarrassed at my lack of control as the beginnings of an erection must have been clearly visible as I disrobed, but what slave wouldn't become excited by a very sensual and sensational lady in tight latex, and Maggie certainly has a penchant for doing that!

After changing into my rubber accessories and laying out my thick black rubber suit and butt plug for later use, I was sent to the bathroom to deposit the day clothes and perv bag. On my return there was no boot worship and that concerned me, as it was a big change from my normal routine. Instead, I was ushered onto the rubber bed, told to present my arse for attention and my butt plug easily and comfortably glided in to fill it up.

We then got me nicely encased in my thick latex catsuit. Even though the suit has been well chlorinated, a light dusting of talc was applied inside, moreso in the sleeves as Maggie always helps with my arms. I think Mistress does like to dress her slaves 'properly’, and after a visual inspection she dusted off any wisps of talc from my upper torso, I was told to use the cloth and clean off my calves and socks to ensure my owner didn't have to bend down for such a simple task.

Oddly there was still no footwear worship, instead Mistress applied padded leather cuffs to my ankles and wrists. I imagined they were to be used to restrain me somehow, but for the moment the carabiner connections were just left dangling. Mistress opened a plastic bag and extracted a brand new, sterile nasal cannula and began deploying it on my face, its curved prongs were slipped into my nostrils and its plastic tube was placed comfortably around my ears before being attached to a source of aromas. I detected the quiet humming of an electric pump and Maggie told me to exhale and hold my breath, when told to breath in I received an awesome blast of aromas. Satisfied that her test had worked Mistress had me wear a black latex hood and the cannula was secured invisibly in place.

‘Down on the floor slave. On your front’, ordered Mistress. It is a good job I am well padded in that department as the carabiners were brought into use, ankles and wrists clipped together in a very effective hogtie position, not that I wanted to, but with some fiddling and persistence I could possibly have undone the clasps and slipped out of the bondage. No, the reason for the bondage then became apparent as Mistress started pumping her bulb pump and I was instantly plied with an infusion of aromas, and in a somewhat intoxicated state I was instructed to, ‘clean my boots slave’. 

So that was me, boot slave for the next ten minutes. It wasn’t the easiest task I’ve been given by any stretch,  Mistress was keeping a keen eye on the boot cleaning and if I was failing to perform to her satisfaction I received the clap of a crop on rubber, including cock and ball area as well. Wriggling around on the carpet I struggled as best as I could to keep my tongue moving even when Maggie changed her position. ‘You have one job slave’, Mistress reminded me as she gave me another slap with her crop and placed the deep tread soles of her nurse boots on my face, by now I had learned that the best thing to do was just keep on licking. On the positive side, I was treated to that wonderful laugh as Maggie watched my squirmings, so it was worth the attentions of the crop.

That has got to be the most difficult and physically demanding footwear worship that I have experienced, and for once I was grateful when my boot duty ended and Maggie undid my clasps ready to progress to our next experience.

Ah, now onto my successful assessment of Mistresses calling mail. With the ankle and wrist cuffs removed it was an easy walk behind Maggie's delightful, white coloured rear through to The Clinic. I didn't resist the temptation this time and gently stroked one hand down the length of the latex skirt. The feeling of smooth latex on smooth latex is simply divine and fortunately I think the stroking was appreciated by my Mistress because I wasn't issued a warning. When the door to the clinic was opened, there was the cream rubber bodybag draped over the couch awaiting its victim, and I also noticed the matching double skinned cream latex hood.

I know the drill due to the excellent training I have received and I helped Mistress lay out the suit down the length of the couch. I even mentioned the internal arm envelopes, but I wasn't sure if Maggie's congratulations were genuine or just to make her slave feel that little more valued at remembering this extra restraining feature. I climbed onto the couch and teased my two latex covered black legs into the bag, then with considerable assistance from my owner slipped each arm into the internal sleeves. And that was effectively the end of the possibility of bottom stroking and in fact any movement at all apart from the odd wiggle. 

Maggie proceeded to zip me up in my tight latex cocoon before tightening the body straps as tight as she could. I was left to lie there and willingly accept my fate at the hands of my adorable Mistress once again. My conversion from an all black rubber slave to an all white one was completed with the fitting of the matching double skinned hood. I was given the choice of leaving the black hood underneath or replacing it with the cream one. I chose the former because the cannula was working absolutely fine as it was and I didn't wish to upset Mistress by disturbing it. I am also obsessed with layers of rubber and secretly fancied three layers of head covering.

Speaking of obsessions, Mistress left the outer covering unzipped for now and by careful positioning I could catch occasional glimpses of my main obsession as Maggie in her guise of my rubber nurse continued with her preparation. Strangely enough, the best view of Mistress was those glorious breasts. Whichever way I tilted my perforated eyes they kept returning to that area. As Maggie moved to the foot of the couch I was happy being able to see any part of my beautiful owner and I lay comfortably as the crotch zips were opened and Maggie proceeded to massage a good dose of body butter into my scrotum to make the skin more pliable. 

Returning from the bathroom she donned a fresh pair of sterile latex gloves, arranged a sterile plastic drape around my groin area and announced that she would be experimenting with needles rather than cannulas for delivering the saline, I have said many times in the past that I love being Mistresses lab-rat, ready to be experimented on, so naturally I agreed. Before I knew it two green needles were inserted into my ball sac, while the two bags of saline hanging on the IV stand began steadily dripping their contents and two short lengths of surgical tape held the needles where needed. Maggie had applied a tourniquet round my cock; from past experience, without the tourniquet, the saline not only fills the balls but also turns the whole area into a homogenous blob, just as effective at emasculating the subject as a mangina or sutures.

Maggie gave me the thumbs up to show she was very happy with the constant drip drip drip drip. We now had some time to wait for the balls to fill, a good excuse for Maggie to keep me in total isolation and the front cover of the hood was zipped shut and that was the last peek I managed of my fantastic Mistress. Although breathing was restricted, it was very comfortable in the hood and the thick latex allowed the merest cream glow to filter through.

As I lay there very content I knew that by the end I would be graced with super sized balls. Every now and then I heard the distinctive hiss of the aromas being pumped and took the cue to take a long slow intake of the relaxing elixir, typically Maggie would give me four or five pumps as I breathed in. This was quite a different aromas experience to the last session, where I was using a rebreather which served as a reservoir and I would recycle the aromas. Today with the nasal cannula, breathe out and it was gone and I was straight back to breathing the rubberised air inside the hood. I wasn't alone however, I was in excellent hands and in my imagination I had a view as clear as day of my Mistress and the last image I received through the eye perforations. 

When Mistress was not tending to the infusion, I received the most exquisite random touches to remind her slave that she was still in attendance. It might be across my chest then around my head and frequently round cock and balls and the final touch of total subjugation was allowing me to listen to some music through Maggie's headphones attached to her i-phone. I have no idea what was being played, but it suitably continued to arouse my whole libido.

A long time had passed before I felt the plastic drape being removed and Mistress was again fiddling with what used to be my ball sac, but I expect would be more resembling a stretched football bladder after being infused with 800mls of saline. Maggie wanted a little electric fun at my expense and stuck three pairs of adhesive electrodes around my new bladder-balls and set the boxes pulsating. That lasted a good few minutes but she wasn't satisfied with the levels of excitement being generated and decided that more needles would soon fix that! Maggie counted as she pushed them in; three needles per testicle, and when her applications were complete the needles were given a rousing electrical circuit of their own, making four estim circuits playing havoc with my swollen balls.

Mistress had covered all the items in her session plan but the down side was we had seriously over run. Removal of all hoods suits etc had to be done hastily and it was all over. It was a shame I couldn't help with the cleaning up and told Maggie so, but we ran out of time. I’d brought my knee length rubber shorts and put them on for the journey home, but this time I was leaking heavily and Mistress produced a pair of incontinence pants that she keeps for such occasions. Those worked a treat and the moral of this story is that these are a must for anyone who has had this amount of saline.

As a footnote, when I got home, the effect of removing the tourniquet was now obvious and the saline had crept into all parts of my genital area. I am sure Maggie knows what an engorged cock and balls looks like and I am fairly sure it would illicit a smile or even that delightful laughter from those beautiful lips. Suffice is to say that the only safe way of having a pee was to sit down and hope it all goes down the pan.

I received exactly what had been stated but much much more. Thank you Mistress Maggie for another unique and very exciting session.

And finally, A Merry Christmas and a happy and pervy New Year, particularly to Maggie and John who have welcomed me into The Chambers 13 times in 2023. 

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WARNING! - Crotch Zips can Damage your Health

All my own fault, although Mistress Maggie was responsible in part, because I was so mesmerised by being in the company of my beautiful Mistress that I wasn't concentrating on the issue in hand. I was rushing to climb into my latex suit after having serviced Maggie's rather stunning boots. I climbed in, adjusted arm and legs until it felt comfortable, guided the zip fastener past my guiche and gave that ‘distracted’ tug that made me shout OUCH! The scrotum caught in the zip and I panicked, thinking that could be the end of my inflation session and possibly my nuts!

Perhaps I should take a step back along the timeline and you may understand my excitement and distraction. On this occasion, Mistress gave me a specific steer as to the direction the session would take in her calling mail:

‘Nurse is ready to expand your training horizons and recommends that you have BIG pants to go home in after her treatment…’

I surmised that this meant I was going to have a saline infusion and emerge with a beautifully expanded scrotum, (big, fat balls!) I also knew that it was best to pack a pair of latex briefs for the return journey, after all, all that lovely saline has to go somewhere. Some will be absorbed, but some will be leaked. Anyway, I arrived ready to be inflated.

The erotic tension continued to build at the front door to the Chambers when Maggie greeted me in her nude coloured catsuit, metallic latex accessories, red cross apron and very, very long white boots. I was almost a quivering wreck, knowing I was ready to serve.

I followed those lovely cheeks up the stairs and after quickly donning latex gloves and socks was slobbering all over Mistresses white boots. My red butt plug was deployed with me supine over the Playroom horse and by now I was loosing all my senses, mesmerised by this beautiful dominatrix and that was the precise point when I really should have been concentrating on the crotch zip. Yes! Three times and some puncture wounds until Maggie took charge and finished off my zip.

Not content with one latex suit, Maggie explained it wasn’t only my balls that would be inflated and eased me into her inflatable latex catsuit. Effectively, I had three latex catsuits. Some may think I would boil under three layers. Not at all to this rubber fanatic. Maggie had rekindled my love of latex right at the start of my servitude and now, I primarily worship Mistress and that will never change, but my liking of latex means I love the three layers, in fact the more the merrier.

With the crotch zips all aligned to allow Mistress unfettered access to her jewels I was led to the Clinic, and whilst remaining standing against the wall Maggie gave a thorough examination of my balls, if that’s what a good squeezing is called!. That in itself was enough to drive me to distraction again, but the examination resulted in the diagnosis that further work was required. Oh, what a surprise. Once Mistress has her slave by the balls, it is MOST likely that further treatment is on the menu. After all, Mistress has to have her enjoyment and that is all that should matter to a slave. 

I'm not quite as fat as the image suggests!

Laid precisely in the middle of the couch, neatly arranged, was the pale latex sheet onto which I eased my backside. (Remember, ease yourself gently into the middle of the couch, swing your legs on and…) Relax, but not for long. Mistress had my head quickly enclosed in an inflatable latex gasmask. Quite a few puffs later and the hood was tight, snug, very comfortable and completely air tight, ready for the aromas pump hose to be attached in preparation for any medication that Nurse Maggie deemed appropriate. 

I detected that distinct and very pleasurable aroma of cocoa butter being massaged into my balls. This activity is to help the ball sac stretch in preparation for a few bags of saline. Once again, I probably shouldn’t say this just before being pumped full of salt water, but the anticipation was certainly growing; the image of me with supersized testicles fills me with delight.

What was approaching was the inevitable ball sac inflation, with the calling email being very specific as to what to expect. I do know Mistress can change the rules at any time, but on this occasion big balls it was to be. After the mess I had made with my scrotum and the crotch zip I was surprised that Maggie could find suitable places to pierce me with her twin cannulas, but there was no stopping my committed nurse, and once in, the saline taps were turned on and my balls started to get bigger.

As my balls were filling there was more pumping from Maggie. This time with her electric pump hooked into the valve of the inflatable suit. It takes a while and is a little noisy, particularly as Mistress mischievously placed the pump close to my left ear. Not too bad, as the heavily pumped hood does deaden the sound.

Don’t worry about dead time during the inflation, Maggie had it all planned, and interspersed with the odd puff of aroma therapy Maggie used her rubber resuscitator to occasionally give me a good blast of clean air. The final twist in the preparation was the addition of brown tinted lens covers. After that, everything was sepia brown, as if I was now looking at the world 150 years ago.

By the time Maggie was satisfied with the size of her/my balls I was well and truly medicated, and I was advised that a probe into or through those inflated testicles would be most appropriate and that we would start with a medium-sized Pratt sound. I could hear it being extracted from its sterilised wrapper before sliding down my urethra with plenty of lube. Well that went in so easily I thought my urethra was going to gobble it all up which amused Mistress, so she announced more of a thrill for my little, or not so little pee hole. The next sound that, although shorter, was ribbed, and I could tell Maggie was having fun teasing her slave with the ribbed sound. Slow in… slow out…in…out… in… out … and I felt as if I was being milked. A most pleasant ribbing, I must say. I must be careful with these comments, otherwise my Mistress will believe I was having far too much fun!

The penultimate sound was beaded with a slightly hooked tip that goes in a long way. I could feel that right in the pit of my stomach. The curved ends playing havoc with my inner senses. As a finale, I was offered the choice of two Van Buren sounds. Both have distinct ‘J’ shaped ends and one is larger than the other. I chose the larger one because I wanted to prove to Mistress that I will do anything she wishes.

Before that deployment I received several doses of medication and a couple of good strong pumps on the rubber resuscitator, and to prove to Maggie I was compos mentis and wanted to receive the large VanB I had to confirm to Maggie the number of fingers she was holding aloft. 2 fingers and we were good to go. Because of the strong curvature of the sound, Mistress was extra careful in feeling and guiding its progress deep inside my body. This one you could really feel the progress towards my bladder. Any deeper and I think I might have involuntarily peed myself.

The feeling was truly amazing. I had achieved what Mistress wanted me to achieve with the sounds, and I also got a deep thrill from the experience as well as the pleasure in hearing Maggie’s voice that she was obviously pleased with my progress. By this time, the mass of experiences and the fact that it was a very warm day started to interfere with my ability to wear the hood, and I asked if I could be relieved of it. Of course, as soon as it came off I was ready to carry on with more, but Maggie knows her slave and thought it best to wind down. When I start having difficulties, she knows I have had enough.

As I mentioned it was a blazing hot day and I was in three layers of rubber and loving every moment of it, but I had had the benefit of lying down on the couch and even so I was like a wet rag and needed Maggie’s help to extricate myself. I really felt sorry for my Mistress as she had been doing all the hard work, and she too was dripping wet and needed assistance in removing her suit etc.

It is a dream for a devoted slave to be able to assist with disrobing his owner, and the gleaming perspiration tempted me to want to lick away some of the moisture. Only tempted because I felt it would have been too much of a liberty to ask to taste a sweaty armpit or wherever, and I am better trained than taking unauthorised liberties.

Thank you, Mistress Maggie, for taking me to places no other sounds had gone before and for another wonderful experience.

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