The Yokes on Me!

Due to a combination of circumstances I had not been able to serve Mistress Maggie for six whole weeks. I appreciate this may not seem very long, but to this infatuated slave it seemed like an eternity. Coupled with that, in a rather rash masochistic moment I had been reading a couple of stories in Grommet’s Plaza where one of the themes discussed pushing the subs boundaries to increase a Mistress’s satisfaction. In the week before my scheduled session I had emailed Mistress and mentioned my interest in this, as it was, our scheduled session couldn’t go ahead and in the intervening 6 weeks I began to wonder if I had overplayed my request to push limits. Anyway, it was too late to change the mail and deep down I really did want to extend the limits. Giving Maggie Carte Blanche is always a good idea for a submissive like me.

On the evening before my rescheduled session I received my calling mail as was the normal course of events. The previous session left no clues but this one was a little different -

'Come ready to surrender and hear the sound of metal meeting metal’.

A lot of thoughts were running wild trying to interpret Maggie’s cryptic mail. Was it a capture and interrogate role play? Was the steel on steel to be the closing of the cell door in the Playroom? One thing was likely to be in the session because the mail also included - 

‘Pack your kit bag with your Invincible suit and matching accessories, along with your trusty butt plug’.

The note had titillated my imagination and the familiar excitement was building on the drive to The Chambers. An uneventful drive this time, but I did arrive with those old butterflies, not because I was nervous, I am long past that stage, but due to the excitement of resuming training with my Mistress and realising the possible consequences of what I had requested. In for a penny and all that! The Bard might have summed up my situation as, ‘be still my beating heart’.

Bang on time, Mistress opened the door and after those long six weeks of absence what an overwhelming relief it was to have the opportunity of seeing Maggie in her Mistress gear. Wearing her long black pencil skirt which looked new but I was informed it wasn’t; her black latex bra which showed off the outline of Maggie’s perfect breasts with just a teasing hint of those delightful outstanding nipples; underneath a black latex harness and a black, strappy latex buckle belt. This time her face was framed, not in latex, but the perfect black of her own hair.

I already knew I was going to really enjoy pleasing Mistress today. Excitement quickly mounted after just two steps up the stairs, when Maggie stopped and very provocatively stretched her luscious backside out and I knew I was expected to address the offering and… Oh boy! what an opportunity I was granted, and I took full advantage by planting a million kisses, well quite a few, on those glorious latex covered curves.

Back to the familiar routine of starting with boot worship, accompanied by the rather sensual caress of Maggie’s crop punctuated by a sharp crack to the balls which did make me jump. I also received a scolding when Mistress instructed me to stop sniffing her tights and concentrate on the tops of the boots. After that I was to follow strict instructions on how I should clean her boots correctly. It must have been an accidental sniff because my training stops my worship at the top of the footwear, much as I yearn to go further, I know that area is out of bounds and dangerous to my health, my backside… and even my balls today!

Despite the six weeks inactivity my butt plug went in remarkably easy and I was then to climb into my Invincible catsuit. Being a little out of practice I needed Mistress to help direct my arms down the appropriate armholes. A suitable latex hood was chosen with good eye, mouth and breathing holes and zipped nice and snugly up the back, and I was to wear a broad leather corset. I caught sight of myself in the Playroom mirror, and even though I say so myself I looked a very good representation of an anonymous latex plaything for Mistress’s amusement.

Mistress’s amusement consisted of having my neck and wrists locked into her aluminium stocks, so once more I was dependant on Mistress’s discretion as to if or when I would be released. What an absolutely fantastic piece of kit this is, I believe it was created by another visitor to The Chambers and a very talented one at that. Ankle cuffs were fastened on me and hitched together so I couldn’t do much more than a hobble, and a very stout chain attached to the stocks to act as a lead. Was this what was meant by metal meeting metal?

A short walk to the bathroom and back is normally a walk in the park, but when wearing a three feet wide metal stock and hobble chain the whole exercise becomes much more challenging. Through the door sideways so as not to damage walls and door, crab like progress to the bathroom and all the while trying not to bang Mistress with my arms. More importantly, because of my greater height the stocks and my arms were just at Maggie’s head height. Not a good idea to bump Mistress, or worse still, render her unconscious. Then I would be left in a pickle.

On returning to the Playroom Maggie brought out the padded Horse, unfortunately my current predicament prevented me from helping her with that task. Taking a hold of the chain Maggie had me bend  over the horse while she replaced my butt plug with a slightly larger electric version. We were right to open up that passage with my own plug, because inserting any object is so much easier once my muscles have been exercised.

Mood music began filling the room, whilst one at a time additional items were fixed about my person for my ‘enjoyment’. A full face gas mask was strapped on over my hood, it’s such a nice mask to wear as it provides excellent unrestricted visibility through its panoramic Perspex window, while creating a good seal for any forthcoming breath play, I guessed there would be some breath play as a hose was being screwed on to it now. My legs were to receive a little more freedom by having me wear a wooden leg spreader, which rather than keeping my legs spread allowed me to almost get my feet comfortably together, due to the play in its securing carabiners. Padded leather mittens ensured I couldn't fiddle with anything and I was once more chained to the Horse. Finally a simple pair of white nipple clamps adorned my chest, however,  being mischievous or possibly sadistic Mistress had insisted I beg for them to be attached. Naturally I do as I am told and began begging to have my nipples clamped. By now I must have been well in the zone as their attachment only induced tolerable pain.

Mistress decided now might be an appropriate time to help me with aromas but not before a spot of breath play, holding on to my breathing tube she nipped it tightly, cutting off my air supply for around twenty seconds and repeating several times while I was restrained over the bench. Another technique she used involved screwing an air restrictor to the end of my hose, its tiny hole severely restricted the air I received and was used for longer periods of around a minute at a time, aromas used to accompany this breath control created a reservoir inside the hose and I almost felt like I could float away. The aromas were very welcome because Mistress laid off the breath control and laid into my backside instead… with her tawse. My thick latex covering absorbed a lot of the force of the repeated blows and as a biproduct, created the most wonderful cacophony of sound. Unfortunately for me, the headphones that Mistress had me now wearing were playing quite loudly and this not only largely drowned out the thwacks but also some of Maggie’s commands.

I am unsure if Maggie had asked my opinion on having my cock and balls secured, but it didn’t matter in any case as that’s what she proceeded to do next. She had planned to dangle weights from them, but circumstances prevented this from happening and I escaped the weight endurance test. Mistress likes to have her little toys well and truly under control, as she attached yet more chains to her very willing but tiring subject. 

I must admit, by now, the stocks were taking a considerable strain on my shoulders and I finally succumbed and surrendered to the discomfort and begged for release. It was not the weight of the stocks because they are made of aluminium and are a pretty dam fine piece of engineering, but the dead weight of my arms pulling the stocks downwards and really hurting the ball socket in each shoulder.

Not surprised that I was likely to give in at some point Mistress accepted my surrender, and after a brief glance at the clock announced I had been wearing the Yoke for 90 minutes which I thought was quite a feat. Maggie undid the padlocks and quietly removed first the arms, that action in itself provided such a relief and then the neck lock freed me. I was allowed 10 minutes rest on the bed and although I was asked if I wanted to ‘call it a day’ I was fully recovered and really did not want my time with Maggie to be cut short. But it was another example of how Maggie cares for her slaves and will not press them too far.

Now, sitting on the folding chair, Mistress gradually ramped up the pressure on her latex slave by first turning on the butt plug to a nice high setting. Forever able to press my right buttons, or in this case the on/off button of the vibrator she started teasing my cock and balls, remember they were already tied tightly so had no where to go.

A latex blindfold was fixed across the panoramic visor which gave a strange sensation with a thin line of light at top and bottom. No use to me because it did not allow any real vision of what was going on. I was soon to feel what was going on though as the tops of my legs were subjected to more lashings from Mistress’s tawse, once again the sound was partially deadened by the ambient music being sent though my headphones. On the positive side, I did get some wonderful whiffs of aromas interspersed with more breathing restrictions.

The most surprising part was the random application and removal of a pair of electrified bulldog clips, one on each nipple. Surprising because I was almost starting to enjoy the nipple torture and I started to think that I was odd to be approaching a state of near euphoria. Mistress has that affect on this slave and I think she just liked taking them on and off to see the positive reaction from her rubber toy.

When the blindfold was removed I was greeted by a nice touch by Maggie, I immediately saw the image of a black rubber covered toy in a strategically placed mirror, and believe it or not, I felt real jealousy for the rubber image I saw before me, sitting on a chair in the middle of the Playroom. Then I realised that sensual image of a rubber toy, with nipple clamps, constricted cock and balls and all black rubber was actually me! No more jealousy, only the thought of what a REALLY fortunate person was staring back at me from the mirror.

Maggie wasn’t quite finished with her toy and wanted to end with a little extra electric play and a pair of electro pads were strategically placed about my genital area with the intention of delighting the whole of my groin area, which it did until Mistress allowed me off the chair. As a final treat Maggie swapped my gas mask for an anaesthetic mask, she carefully strapped it to my face and attached her glass Bubble Bottle. I didn’t detect Eau De Mistress, so rather disappointedly had the smell of chlorine for the remaining 20 minutes or so.

Mistress Maggie fulfilled the aims of the calling mail and I believe she was able to stretch my limits somewhat. There will hopefully be plenty more opportunities to achieve more ‘stretching’ in 2026 and beyond, and who knows what limits Mistress will be able to coach into her rubber toy?

Thank you Mistress. It was a long wait between sessions and I hope I did not let you down and that you were happier by the end of the session.

Great Start to 26

Happy New Year and I can certainly say my new year started in a very happy yet contemplative session with my Dominatrix, Mistress Maggie. Perhaps a little background is appropriate as to how the session content was arrived at. I normally quite deliberately do not give any input as to what goes into session planning, preferring to leave content and direction entirely in the hands of my Mistress. However, in our last session before Christmas, Maggie specifically asked if there was anything I would like to be included in our first session in 2026. I gave it some thought and despite my normal reluctance to prescribe, I reluctantly replied with the following -

You asked me to think about activities for the New Year. 

With it being the first session of the new year you may consider it appropriate for your slave to be totally cocooned in multiple, tight layers of latex and leather so as to allow me time to become accustomed to my role for the coming year.

 If you wish, this could achieve complete isolation and sensory deprivation and if you were to add ear phones or ear buds, you then have the opportunity to guide my thoughts in whichever way you wish (brain washing if I had a brain to wash😊) 

Leave me for a long while, completely blind and dumb with the only sensory input totally controlled by you. This will reinforce how lucky I am to have such a wonderful, caring Mistress to worship.

It may be wise to use a catheter? 

This is NOT prescriptive!

I am of course not expecting this and will be more than happy with whichever way you wish to start the new year.

In for a penny and all that, I certainly wasn't anticipating adherence and this really was a dream rather than a request.

And so Christmas and New Year came and went and I returned wholeheartedly to needing this training session. Rather surprisingly, the calling mail appeared to follow roughly what I had hoped for although the alternative might just be Maggie's way of keeping me guessing -

‘Session finalisation is not quite complete, so as far as content is concerned I shall have to leave you in the dark.’

My new year began with an absolutely stunning view of my Mistress as she opened the door to the Chambers and allowed me to step in. The first thing that grabbed my attention was her long, red wig, that has always been a striking sight, but everything she wore below it was equally striking. Mistress’s face looked so beautiful surrounded by the red hair and her lace-up leotard and lacy tights showed off her superb legs to perfection.

Once again I nearly succumbed to the urge to plant a kiss on Mistress cheeks as she stopped momentarily near the top of the stairs and once again I resisted that, but only just. Mistress has me well disciplined not to overstep our boundaries.

My first duty as always was worshipping Mistress's black laced-up boots today. This was accompanied by some moderate lashing from one of Maggie's  bushier whips. Wherever she could plant a good thwack a good thwack was received, including the most delicate places!

Still naked apart from my collar and long pair of gloves and stockings, I was guided by the ring in my collar through to the Clinic. Even without explanation I recognised that the session was heading in the direction of my pre-Christmas email. A nasal cannula (Maggie's husband John's brilliant creation) was eased into my nostrils and taped in place, I felt relaxed and pleased that I would likely be allowed aromas. Next was a quick and efficient deployment of a catheter.

At this point Mistress had difficulty drawing saline into a syringe in order to inflate the internal catheter balloon. A most unusual and baffling occurrence, because from my personal experience, and I have had a lot, Mistress’s catheterisations always go without a hitch. Fortunately using another syringe and needle the saline became available allowing the catheter to be firmly implanted in the neck of my bladder. Very comfortable, very secure and pee tight!

Next to be applied was the inflatable vibrating butt plug, and finally in the Clinic two electric circuits were created using three adhesive electrodes and a cock strap. I actually located one of the electrodes hidden away in a dark place as I was getting a shower back home. I hope Maggie didn't want that one back as I made certain it was buried deep in the waste bin, non-recycle of course.

Led back to the Playroom, I made my first mistake of 2026. I like to arrive wearing my latex socks and don them at home, because they are difficult to get on when under pressure. Unfortunately, when it came to climbing into my Invincible suit the unchlorinated socks refused to slide down into the legs, so I quickly removed them and hey presto, I eased both legs in and waited for Mistress to feed the various cables through the 5-way zip. I received a ticking off from Mistress after the accident with those non-chlorinated socks, as she knows that I have perfectly suitable ones that I could have worn, I wont be doing that again! However, I had no trouble with the simple latex hood that Mistress now was zipping on me, that slid on nicely.

I was now rubberised, but true to my suggestion, this was by no means the end of my incarceration. Mistress had laid out a vinyl catsuit for me to wear as a second layer, it had a hood and an open crotch, which was fortunate because all the pipes, tubes and wires had to be threaded through that hole as well, which involved a very careful operation so as not to disturb the hard work Mistress had already put into this scenario.

And so to the final part of my wish list for total isolation. Mistress retrieved the very heavy leather bondage sack and carefully laid it out on the bed and told me to VERY carefully position myself in the centre, I wiggled my way down so that my feet went to the very end of the sack. That was a strange sensation. I have been in the sack on a few occasions but never without my latex socks on, being bare, my feet noticed the unusual rougher texture of the sleepsack’s leather lining.

I felt the first stages of compression as the zip was pulled up, followed by the laces. The padded leather sensory deprivation hood went on, its three small eyelet holes allowing me to breathe. Then the straps that secured me tightly, finally I was in the darkness, almost, and when Mistress applied the headphones, almost completely deaf. The nearby poppers delivery unit had its bottle topped up with sufficient aromas to keep me happy for the remainder of my confinement time and the unit was tested for a welcome infusion. To finish, the electrics were lit up and I was left to simmer.

Every now and then I could sense Mistress tightening the straps, each one belted up another one or two notches. My prison was getting tighter and tighter, just as I had hoped when I sent in my e-mail before Christmas. At random intervals I received a good and very welcome dose of aromas, welcome because it relieved the tension as Mistress varied the voltage applied to my groin, cock and balls. By the time Maggie had tightened the straps for the third or fourth time, all I could manage as the electricity was changed, was a slight humping motion.

It was about this time that I heard Mistress’s voice through the headphones, feeding me a series of excerpts from memorable sessions, some quiet interludes, some music and occasional spoken encouragement. By the nature of the latex, vinyl and leather hoods I was wearing the volume of the recording remained quiet, and I did ask Maggie to turn up the volume, but I was getting EVERYTHING I had wished for as an excellent start to 2026. I loved being spoken to softly by my Mistress and some might call it programming. I didn't care, for two and a half hours I was exactly where I needed to be, in tight isolation bondage.

There were a couple of issues I wish I had mentioned about my programming. The first was the three small eyelets in the hood. They let in enough light to be a distraction from the blackness, and if there is a next time I will perhaps ask for a blindfold. The second was the volume of my Mistress in the headphones. 

Oh, there is a third thing I’d just like to mention. Mistress knows the exact electrical levels I can tolerate, ensuring that I receive enough pulsing sensation to keep me really frustrated, yet never quite achieve an orgasm. But that is why I love these sessions. Maggie knows me very well by now.

Thank you Mistress Maggie and I hope I can provide you with a lot of satisfaction and pleasure throughout 2026 and beyond.

SINS for a Slave

It is no sin to worship a beautiful dominant woman, nor is it a sin to do anything Mistress Maggie wishes, willingly and immediately without question. These are consensual acts of a dominant/subservient slave relationship. Therefore, you may be wondering what SINS I could possibly be revealing and be curious enough to carry on reading my ramblings.

The scene for today’s encounter with my Mistress was teasingly set yesterday evening with the call to worship -

‘Your nurse is sharpening her needles’, said the message.

From this, it was obvious that I was to be stitched up again; not a sin because I have had quite a few needles willingly inserted into various parts of my anatomy, and they were all carried out with my full consent. It is difficult to describe why I want Mistress to do whatever she wishes to her slave, but it boils down to the fact that I feel happiest when I can say that Maggie has finished our sessions in a happier frame of mind then at the start.

I suppose some may consider it a sin that I derive so much pleasure from worshipping the very ground that my owner walks on or even the very glossy PVC boots that I worshipped so diligently at the start of this session, but it isn’t. Today, the shiny white boots received a lot of licking and kissing attention as I attended to all the areas that Mistress instructed, the tip of her crop guiding my tongue to exactly where she wished me to clean. I experienced the thrill of Mistress’s crop being applied ever so gently across my back as I continued to work, anticipating and steeling myself in readiness for any harder strokes from the crop, but they never materialised. The occasional, very gentle touch only aroused me even more, and once again I was being elevated into the space often described as ‘the zone’.

Kneeling in front of my Mistress I had my latex working hood pulled over my face and now felt completely at ease, strangely it enhances my deep feelings and submissive relationship towards my owner. It begins to turn me into Maggie's rubber toy; no identity, nothing apart from ‘slave’. I also appreciated the fact that Maggie lubed up my backside and gently but firmly slipped in my own red plug. What nearly caught me by surprise was Mistress's request for me to recite my slave promise to her. I had not recited it recently, I stumbled a little and was a little hesitant, particularly with the part about others to join her in servitude, as Mistress is now semi retired and I know she no longer entertains new slave applications.

For reference, my slave vow to my Mistress is:

I promise that I will do my best:

To love my Mistress,

To serve my Mistress,

To help others to join my Mistress in slavery,

To keep the Mistresses Law.

and

To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question.

I always try to be faithful to this promise.

It certainly wasn't a sin to accept a real privilege that’s only occasionally granted by Mistress. I was offered the opportunity to caress and worship her latex covered derriere which immediately had a massive effect on my cock. Although it did restrict access to both buttocks somewhat, I shrewdly decided that an approach from the side would be the safest approach to offer my services, approaching her from the rear with a raging hard-on may well have appeared disrespectful. That may well have counted as a sin! Perhaps next time, and hopefully there will be a next time, I will have the confidence to kneel behind Maggie and perform as her slave and not a horny hot blooded subject! Thank you Maggie for that rare luxury.

By now, my butt plug had warmed up my arsehole and was ready to be replaced with something a bit bigger; an electro plug. Maggie used a stout latex harness to keep it in place. True to her meticulous nature, the straps were tightened to a very snug fit and adjusted so that they were mirrored on both sides. Despite the fact that the rubber harness would eventually be covered by two layers of latex, the symmetry epitomises Maggie’s insistence on perfection wherever possible.

I was to be dressed in two thick rubber layers, the first layer being my own Invincible catsuit, and I hope that I was able to pleasantly surprise Mistress by being able to climb into the garment unaided. The reflection I saw in the Playroom mirror was that of a big black rubber plaything, a completely anonymous one that was ready to please. I quickly received the second rubber layer that had been patiently hanging from the overhead, and this time I did need assistance in sliding into the single legged body bag. 

There was just sufficient movement between my feet to allow me to waddle, penguin style, through to the Clinic. As always, Mistress who is always amused to see me waddling, was close by to ensure I didn’t fall. Fortunately I have performed this activity before and was quite stable. I was instructed to be careful not to stand on the trailing electric cable as Maggie would be furious if I were to pull my butt plug out.

Once in the clinic I waddled to the centre of the latex covered couch and gently eased myself into exactly the right position. I have had good training in achieving this. Once comfortable, I was delighted that Mistress had chosen the panoramic gas mask for me to wear which, as its name implies gives excellent vision of Mistress and all of her Clinic. It also accommodates easy fixing of the aromas pump hose which proved to be a vital accessory as the session progressed.

Mistress entertained herself by putting some power into my butt plug, she was somewhat surprised that I wasn’t screaming my arse off when she ramped up the electrics to their max of 99 on the dial. To me my ass stimming was not excessive, but nicely noticeable, but Maggie thought it best to lower the dial, just in case at some stage it would please her to surprise me with the full belt of level 99 again!

Before we had hopped into the Clinic, Mistress had taken the precaution to line up the nipple zips in both suits so she had easy access to my nipples when their time for torment arrived. I was securely strapped to the couch, Mistress pulled on each strap with considerable strength, ensuring they were as tight as possible. My exposed nipples had a pair of simple white nipple clips applied to them, I knew they were there but not producing a cruel torment, just a dull ache and I guessed there may be something worse to follow! And now the part of the training that I was made aware of. The suturing of my cock and balls into one of Maggie's mangina creations. ‘I won’t be creating anything too elaborate today’, she said, ‘but I want my suturing to be the tidiest I have ever done’.

A scene was set, the couch was raised to an ideal working height, a white aseptic field arranged around my operation zone, my genitals sponged with disinfectant and I was treated to a full narrative of events as my nurse became busy with her needles. Maggie counted ‘one, two, three’, before starting a new suture which went on to be pulled tight and knotted four times. ‘I'll make sure these won’t be coming out in a hurry’, she said.

It was at this point that I was pleased the aromas pump hose was being put to excellent use, because the nine stitches I received were accompanied by the same number of good puffs of the pump. The affect of these particular aromas was my ability to relax into the needle pricks. A slight wince occasionally, but I think Mistress was pleased with how she was able to sew up the area with no interruptions from a struggling slave. Again, the care that is taken with a patient in this environment was evident, because Maggie wore a facemask to minimise giving her slave her cold, in fact she had worn it for most of our session.

It turned out that Maggie had been thinking about the next phase for a couple of years, and today was the day I was yet again given the privilege of being her Guinea Pig for another of her fiendish ideas. To facilitate this devious plan my headgear needed to be changed, off came the panoramic gas mask, the inflatable hood with its built in anaesthesia mask took its place and was duly inflated. Headphones supplied me with music, I was a blind Guinea Pig too, as this hood doesn’t have eye holes. The ONLY way air could get in and out was through the front anaesthesia port, and this was soon attached to the two green rebreather bags that I had seen quietly waiting nearby.

I hope by now that my training allows me to breathe slowly and steadily, in this situation it didn’t take long before I got into the rhythm and was ready for a prolonged rebreathe session. In… Out… In … Out. I could sense when I was taking in fresh air because I needed to apply far more suction, and so far Mistress was happy that everything was working swimmingly.

Maggie took tremendous joy in swapping the relatively harmless nipple clips for a pair with a nasty bite, I sensed that she was doing some adjustment to the breathing bags, perhaps restricting the flow further by partially closing the taps, when in fact she was attaching the breathing bags to my nipple clamps with short pieces of string. From there on, each time I breathed out something happened to my nipples! Mistress did allow me a couple of breaks from the rebreathing by unplugging the bags, but I really had no idea what was happening as I still couldn’t see a thing.

The picture shows exactly what Mistress had achieved and why the heading to the blog:

SINS - Self Inflicted Nipple Stretching.

Every time I breathed out, the rebreather bags inflated and stood straight out from the mask, pulling my poor nipples upwards via the two strings. Breathe in and the bags deflated releasing the tension on the nipple clamps. Although a bit Heath Robinson’ish Mistress was very proud of the results, she mentioned afterwards that I could be the subject of future SINS once her devious experiment has been refined. Oh how I look forward to that pleasure!

Satisfied with the SINS, Maggie moved on to a little more electric stimulation. The sensation in my butt plug began gradually rebuilding again and I could feel electric pads being stuck on my balls, where my cock used to be. Pulsing and stimulation was the order of play for the next two or three musical tracks. Maggie then cleared the area so she could apply a copious amount of cool gel to my mangina and using her Doppler machine she listened carefully to my sutured area. There were a series of audible beeps coming from the wand . . .  ‘ That’s the sound of your encased cock straining to get out’, she mused. She wasn’t wrong, I was feeling very frustrated by this stage.

And then all hell broke loose in my nipples. I let out a scream and begged Maggie to stop, Stop, STOP!  I thought Maggie had applied an even worse fiendish method of ‘stimulating’ my nips. The irony was that she hadn’t added anything, it was the removal of the clamps that caused the excruciating pain. After Mistress explained this I was able to breathe through the diminishing pain and the session began reaching a natural conclusion.

My hood was finally removed and Mistress was dealing with my sutures. I asked if next time she removes stitches, perhaps she would be kind enough to allow me a few more puffs of the aromas. I know I’d been warned that they wouldn’t be coming out in a hurry, but the discomfort associated with the stitch removal was far worse than their insertion.

I believe Mistress Maggie ended the session in a good frame of mind and happier than at the start. If that is the case my job has been successful. I certainly left with a smile on my face as Maggie suggested I need to check that all stitches were actually out. Only a tease, of course they were and I returned home a very happy bunny that I had experienced SINS!.

NB: This 00:51 clip has audio.