Internet Ideas

In the intervening period between my wonderful sessions with Mistress Maggie, I frequently seek solace by aimlessly browsing the ‘interesting’ areas of the internet, and if I come across a video that floats my boat I will imagine if it could be useful to my Mistress. As I have mentioned in previous blogs, my training sessions are all about pleasing Maggie and as such I never prescribe any actions for her to take. However, I have had good telling's off because of this lack of input, so occasionally I will send a scenario or even a link to a video I have viewed over to her.

Because Mistress does take care of all her slaves interests, she may or may not try to incorporate all or part of my offerings, but not normally for a few weeks. This means it is not fresh in my memory and when the suggestion materialises, the surprise is genuine. On this occasion, with it being a long break over the Christmas period (Happy New Year by the way), I had spotted two videos that piqued my interest.

The first scene was a woman who indicated she liked appearing in public wearing an almost invisible gag. I searched for appropriate clear medical tape, located a source and ordered several rolls of differing sizes to experiment with. When they arrived, I wasted no time testing and deploying the gag and although it took several attempts because activating the tape was tricky, I finally mastered the actions and dropped Mistress a note outlining what I had found.

This internet idea turned out to be a major disaster. I was instructed to bring the tape to this session and once I’d put on some latex and presented myself at her feet, Mistress also had a go at trying out the invisible gag. I had lost sight of the number of attempts I’d had at home before I was able to satisfactorily deploy an effective gag with the tape; probably a dozen, and I was not wearing latex gloves as Mistress was. It wasn’t going well and I could tell there was increasing frustration in Mistresses voice after each attempt at peeling the back and front of the tape covering. Mistress as always persisted and after several attempts managed to deploy the gag. ‘So that’s what you like is it slave?’, she asked, ‘and how do you intend to worship my footwear now?’. 

My inability to answer resulted in several heavy slaps to my face, so heavy that I am certain I saw little stars dancing around. Mistress was clearly not impressed with the tape and I hastily removed it and got down to what I had been trained to do; a good boot licking accompanied by cracks of her riding crop on my ass.

Now the second suggestion, although only a couple of days ago, was partly incorporated into the session by Maggie. I will enlighten you a little later, but first it was time to climb into my latex uniform of thick working suit and hood. I was then instructed to kneel on the latex bed where a piece of cold steel was pushed up my ass in the form of an anal hook. That sensual little plop as the bulbous head finds its way through my sphincter always generates a very pleasant shudder as it sinks home. Using a good tug Mistress tightly latched the hook onto a leather harness that hung down my back. Pulled tight meant I was held upright otherwise its neck strap would start to choke me. 

Continuing her predilection with leather restraints, Maggie produced more trustworthy items from her collection; a pair of armbinders. These were part of my revealed fantasy and Maggie was now attaching them to my arms. Hands were pushed deep into each mitt and the lace pulled tight until both arms were quite rigid. I had suggested a single armbinder in my fantasy, but Mistress knows that it could soon become too problematic for a slave of my years, whereas individual armbinders are just as effective, can easily be adjusted and are more versatile. My arms were pulled behind me and three straps drew them closer and closer together. 

I got such a boost when Mistress complimented me on how far she could pull my arms together, as quite a few slaves have difficulty with this exercise. Imagine compliments from your owner, I felt like I was walking on air! That didn’t last long, and I was soon brought down to earth with the fixing of a relatively short but very heavy leg spreader, my mouth was then filled with a bulging rubber bulb gag and a lead snapped onto my collar. Yes, this was another part of the fantasy. I was going to be taken for a walk round the Chambers. 

It is incredibly difficult to get through doorways with the spreader on, if I were to attempt the ‘normal’ waddle walk I would batter chunks out of doors and skirting boards, so believing I'd had enough face slaps for one day I developed a crablike gait to get through doors sideways. Thankfully I managed without any damage and we ended up in the bathroom where Maggie needed a pee. She deposited a good few centimetres into a jug right in front of my eyes. If that wasn’t sufficiently frustrating, Maggie removed the gag and bending a little instructed me to lick and clean her bottom. I strained to get my tongue onto her sphincter and managed a few wonderful moments before Maggie moved off, carrying her jug of pee and dragging her slave behind. A brief sojourn into the second room to allow Mistress to cover herself in her plastic suit again and change her belt, then a final crab walk back to the playroom. 

Mistress obviously knows how to pleasure this slave and had me bow to my Majesty. Of course I did, and the strain on the anal hook got stronger and stronger the deeper I was instructed to bow, and of course I loved it because it was amusing Maggie.

Mistress then pointed out I would be going into a bodybag, but before I was granted that privilege I was sat on the wooden chair and received the luxury of having my cock pumped and then stuffed with sounds. With a grin, Mistress said that I needed to be stiff if I was to be sealed in the corpse bag which was already laid out on the bed. It certainly worked, I always appreciate a good pumping and my cock was treated to Maggie’s glass sounds today.

Obviously the spreader had to be removed before I could climb into the corpse bag, and the straps to the armbinders were also disconnected, but I opted to keep my latex hood on as it was comfortable and cosy. Mistress began fitting me into an inflatable gasmask hood, in a strange way I was glad she did not pump it up, because it gives incredibly pleasing sensations; you breathe in and out and the outer hood ripples in sympathy with the breathing. To avoid any fiddling about once inside the body bag, Mistress attached a short length of rope to loosely tie my wrists behind my back.

The corpse bag consists of an inner and outer layer, the inner layer being more like a transparent pouch. Climbing into it was easy as I have been well trained and once Maggie was happy with my positioning she attached electrodes, creating a couple of electric circuits round my cock and balls. Because there was no access for leads the power box had to be enclosed in the bag with me and a mass of pulsating sensations were soon to be felt caressing my nether regions. A hose attached to my gas mask would be my only link with the outside world. As I lay there I realised the wrists ropes were incredibly effective at stopping me from fiddling with my stiff cock. My incarceration time had arrived. The plastic inner cover was eased round my head and I could just make out Maggie's wonderful body encased in her plastic and rubber, then the outer covering was zipped across and I was in complete darkness. 

I was once again able to enjoy quiet solitude, to focus on how incredibly fortunate I am to be a slave to my stunning Mistress. Every now and then I could just hear the hiss of the aromas pump as another dose was administered, but other than that noise I could hear very little. I imagined my Goddess moving silently round her bodybag, occasionally gently touching the bag to ensure I hadn’t become a real stiff and ruin all the good training. All the while the pulsing electrodes were continuously massaging my cock and balls.

This went on for what seemed a long while and I wondered what it would be like to stay in this state for ever until I noticed a subtle change to my breathing. I first detected a bubbling and realised that Maggie had now got me breathing through a bubble bottle. A few seconds later I could detect a different mild scent and realised that I was now breathing air through Mistresses pee. What a sensation. All my air was being fed through Maggie's waste material and I loved it. I could taste Maggie, and as I wasn’t able to drink the nectar it was fantastic to breathe and taste that scent. Then I detected a mingling of aromas with the pee scent and spent a good ten minutes deeply immersed by this magical mixture. I learnt later that Mistress had added a few drops of aromas to the bubble bottle. 

I lay there breathing in and experiencing Maggie’s gentle touch and wishing the electrics could be turned up a little. That wasn’t gong to happen because as I said, the unit had been sealed inside the body bag.

Apart from the face slapping earlier which I clearly deserved through my stupidity, I had the most wonderful experiences from Mistress Maggie and the solitude I experienced inside the dead bag further cemented my feeling of devotion, dedication and love for my Mistress.

Thank you Maggie.

Warning: This 2:03min corpse bag bondage clip has audio

All White Now!

Apologies for paraphrasing that great hit by Free when choosing the title for this blog. Speaking of Free, that was the last thing possible for the most part of my training today, but I will return to that theme later.

Returning from the bathroom in latex socks and gloves I was a little confused when Mistress Maggie suggested I was a little underdressed. It may be that she wants me to wear more latex at the start of the session because I know Maggie is partial to that lovely material, but more probably as oft happens, it was her excuse for wrapping me up in a few more latex layers. Anyway, I will ask next time if Maggie wishes me to arrive in full latex, I am sure that can be arranged. 

Mistress was seated on her wooden throne in a black and white nurse ensemble, latex of course, topped off with a smooth latex full faced hood, she held out her boot ready for my worship and sported a riding crop that I would be chastised with if I failed to impress. On my knees I got down to the business of worshipping those lovely legs and ankle boots, fortunately without any lasting crop marks.

Mistress then helped me into my heavyweight latex work suit. I couldn’t be considered underdressed now…  or could I?

I was then granted a rare and delightful opportunity to act as masseur to Mistresses feet and legs. Maggie made herself comfortable on the rubber bed and I was sent off to the bathroom to return with a pot of foot balm. Very carefully, I removed both of her boots before rolling her latex leggings up to just below her knees, I very gently massaged, doing my best to listen to instructions and tend to Maggie’s needs. Maggie said that her feet and calves were feeling very much in need of a massage and I loved being able to provide a little physical relief, as well as being able to admire her two slim and very attractive ankles at close quarters.

I was able to spend almost 20 minutes luxuriating in the honour of being trusted not to harm Mistress. I then had to concentrate on getting her socks and boots back on, aligning them at the right orientation; socks and then boots placed precisely with the lie of Maggie’s leg and gently easing them home. I do love it when Mistress grants me such great responsibility with her limbs and today we were accompanied by some soothing music, loud enough to be relaxing but not too loud to irritate.

Maggie outlined that she intended to transform her slave into a facsimile of an Egyptian mummy. White shrink wrap plastic would be used followed by white duct tape. All in all I would be all white now!  Already being in my black latex working suit, you can probably guess that things will get a little warm once completely wrapped, in fact I may well become one red hot mummy today. Maggie opened up all the strategically placed zips on my latex catsuit, most ominously the nipple zips, which she made sure were yanked wide open. It had been a while since Mistress had given my nips any loving attention and I thought today was the day she’d be rectifying that sad situation, especially as she had mentioned something about recently investing in some new nipple toys.

Before my white wrapping could get started I had the pleasure of having a set of electric Kegel balls inserted way up my well-greased bum, and I am ashamed to say I didn’t alert Mistress to the fact that there were no wires attached, and once dressed as a mummy there would be no way to retrofit them. The problem was only noticed later in the session and I am sorry Mistress for this oversight. No doubt there will be a time of reckoning.

Mummification commenced and I was thoroughly wrapped from the foam neck brace that Maggie kindly attached to make the neckline more aesthetic, down to just below cock and balls, or at least the opening in the suit where they would be extracted later no doubt. Arms restricted, there was no way to get free, even if I had any inclination to escape. Now I knew my nipples were going to receive attention as telling me to sit down Mistress used a pair of safety scissors to carefully open two prefect circles around my areola. Armed with her rolls of tape and clingfilm Maggie had me waddle along behind her and we made our way to the Clinic, by this time, Maggie had a rope tether attached to her mummy as a safety measure.

Walking was fine after a fashion, which is more than can be said about arranging myself on the awaiting couch. I couldn’t really bend or balance in a sitting position so I just trusted in Mistress and gravity. Mistress guided and steadied me and I let gravity do the rest. I ended up precisely where I needed to be; seated in the middle of the rubber covered couch. Fortunately the plastic wrap made it very easy for Mistress to swivel me into position.

I helped Maggie to complete her desired mummification by lifting my legs to allow the wrapping and tape strapping between my groin and toes to be completed. Just before Maggie made me blind with a white hood, she produced a diagram of what she was hoping to achieve with the mummification. It was a fine sketch showing me, the mummy. The duct tape strapping was at least diagonal up and down the body and that was all I could honestly say. I was certainly not underdressed in all my white bondage. All I knew was I felt snug and was definitely not free. The white hood also felt snug, soft and very comfortable, it had no openings other than two nose holes allowing easy breathing, and there the freedom ended.

Mistress applied a pair of suction cups to my nipples to pump them up and prepare them for the increased sensations to be expected from her new nipple stretchers. Forever kind and thoughtful Maggie granted me a few good puffs of aromas delivered from her halothane set up, with Mistress using a face mask strategically placed over the holes in the white hood. I relaxed when Mistress mentioned that the nipple pumps were intended to get my nipples ‘in the mood’.

Not quite ready for the final act of nipple nurturing, Mistress cut a hole in my groin area to allow extraction of my small cock and balls. This object needed some encouragement to grow sufficiently to allow the use of Maggie’s cock bondage board, and for the first time Maggie deployed a vacuum pump to my cock. I must say that was a most pleasant experience that I hope might be repeated at a future date. The pumping seemed to work as Maggie set to work securing my cock and balls to the board. I thought it a nice touch and very thoughtful when Maggie whispered that she would use a bandage to bind it, consistent with the mummy wrapping theme.

Nipples were definitely in Maggie’s sights as she now applied suckers to them which sucked and stimmed at the same time. I must say with all that treatment my nips were definitely becoming more sensitive and ready for the guinea pig ordeal that I thought was about to come.

More relief and relaxation was administered each time the anaesthesia mask was placed over my nose holes and I was as ready as I would ever be. A couple of further mood inhalations were used to ensure I was right in the zone for the stretchers. A rebreather bag had been applied to my controlled breathing arrangement and I spent some time relaxing my breathing, and when the bag wasn’t gently rising and falling the white hood achieved almost the same effect, as that too gently rose and fell with each breath. To top off the excitement, or perhaps it should be bottom out my feelings, some form of sound was gently inserted in my already constricted cock. I was ready.

The Twitter photo that Mistress had posted certainly didn’t match the actual method for deploying the nipple stretchers. I thought from the image that the nipple stretchers were actually clamps squeezed onto the nipple. No. Maggie removed the electrics and suction cups and told me to get ready for a small prick! 

That small prick turned out to be a flash of searing pain as a huge needle was passed through the right nipple. After a deep breath and another aromas boost I was able to work through the pain, knowing it was what my Mistress wanted and the pain soon subsided into a manageable ache. I was quite pleased that the experience had only elicited a small gasp from myself and my tortured nipple. The only problem was I needed to endure it all again with the left nipple. Fortunately, I now knew the level of pain associated with the needle and was better able to cope with that moment of insertion. It certainly wasn’t as bad as the right one!

There I was, completely blinded with the white hood and a constant ache in the nipples, with quite a strain on cock and balls from the bandage and the sound and I realised I was loving every minute. Heedful of the sound of Mistresses thrilled muffled laughter as she turned the screws that stretched the nipples just a little more, and then a little more… until they were raised up like pointed pyramids. As a final privilege, Maggie made sure my nipples had a little something extra added and what more stimulating than e-stim through the needles. I must be mad to enjoy this. 

Maggie whispered that I was a good slave to go through this to please my Mistress and with all the excitement the inevitable happened down below, and I embarrassed myself again. 

When Maggie came to removing the needles it was a breeze, hardly anything more that slight discomfort in each nipple and one little spot of blood, we were then heading for the end of another fantastic session. As Mistress carefully cut away the plastic to once more reveal my latex under suit I had a big smile on my face, because I knew I had pleased my Mistress. She was happy with how her new toys had performed and how I had handled them and declared them a success. 

One final amusing event happened on the way home when I realised that I was still wearing the Kegel balls. They had become such a fixture that I never realised I was walking out with them up my bum. I let Maggie know when I got home and returned them, fully washed and sterilised, a couple of days later. Thank you Mistress for allowing me to complete our 223rd session and I left a very, very happy slave eager for more attention from Mistress Maggie.

Warning: This 1:39 min mummification & nipple torment clip has audio.

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.

Caution: This 02:20min bellows clip has audio.

Planning, Preparation and Penetration

It was almost inevitable that at some stage in todays proceedings that Mistress Maggie would be attempting to widen my anal passage. Why? I have mentioned in previous blogs that the trusty red bobbled butt plug that I have been wearing for some time was becoming a loose fit, and Mistress had alerted me in the calling email in unambiguous terms - 

‘Nurse will be completing a number of preliminary tasks to aid with your deeper training.‘ 

But before we get to my 'stretching' exercises I should mention how even the most straightforward aspects of my training, that I thought I had mastered, can be changed in an instant by Mistress and, of course, I expect nothing less.

I refer to footwear worship. This was one of the earliest tasks that I’d become accomplished in and apart from the odd change in footwear; boots, shoes, high heeled shoes etc, I thought I had mastered the skill. Until today! Mistress was wearing a shiny (very shiny) pair of black boots. I have cleaned these several times with long passionate kisses and licks along the full length, before being allowed to move on to the next part of the session. 

This time, Mistress instructed me to concentrate on the toes, getting them really wet, to be shined later. OK no problem so far, lots of sloppy licks and kisses that's all. I thought it a change when Mistress then instructed me to blow both toes of the boots dry. So I huffed and I puffed and I dried them both off. Not finished Mistress then instructed me to polish them back to a high gloss... with my hair. All the while, my licking, blowing and polishing was being 'encouraged' with the occasional thwack of her leather two fingered tawse. Now that was a first, not the tawsing but the cleaning, and a task I put my heart and specifically my head into with both vigour and keenness. I think I pleased Maggie with the end results, because she looked down at my work and commented on the visible difference in shine. It was certainly a novel way of putting the shine back on a beautiful pair of boots. These little changes keep me very alert and entertained by Mistresses versatility, which is a constant reminder as to how lucky a slave I am.

Then DISASTER! I was dressing as instructed and had climbed into the legs of my red latex catsuit and as I was trying to insert my left arm the latex ripped. Not just a small tear. I effectively would lose 6 inches of sleeve and not many slaves can afford to lose 6"!!! Maggie, always capable of solving little problems like this had me follow her through to her fetish wardrobe, where amongst some of the clothes she has for her slaves, we retrieved a red Libidex XL suit. This fitted perfectly, and even though I say so myself it was far better than my own damaged suit. In this suit and matching socks and gloves Maggie insisted I take a look in the long mirror so I could see how resplendent I looked, ‘It looks like it was made for you slave’, she said. We vacated the Playroom and headed to the Clinic. Maggie had even provided a very fetching red hood so I was definitely her red slave. 

I got to wear that inflatable straitjacket which was as fabulous this time as have the, all too few previous, occasions that I have enjoyed that feeling. For now though and until I was settled properly on the couch, it remained uninflated and unbuckled. Today the couch looked rather intimidating, with its stirrups raised very high and wide so I would be fully exposed and available to my Mistress, but with no idea what stretching methods she would use. With the appropriate catsuit zip opened I was to lay down, carefully placing my legs in the wide open stirrups, where Mistress instantly buckled them in place. Her patient would be breathing through a red gas mask secured tightly under a red patent collar, and that completed my red'iness for anything. 

Mistress allowed me a few pumps of aroma and I relaxed. I am really delighted by the guidelines Maggie gave me on buying and using aromas when I was just still a relative novice, because each time they are administered they have the effect of not only relaxing me but deepening my devotion to my Mistress. They help me actually focus more on her amazing character, beauty and attributes. Thanks for your excellent advice Maggie and more puffs please.

Aromas relax me all over and are a clear winner when it comes to relaxing anal muscles, and I am sure this helped Mistress with the next phase of training. My own red bobbled plug went in very easily and with a load of lube was slowly worked at slowly and gently stimulating me. This was displaced by Nurse Maggie with a larger black bobbled model to help with the bigger girth that my asshole needs now. Then the Man Handler; this is long, thick and goes a long way in. Maggie expertly uses the handle to guide the massive phallus exactly where she wants and of course how deep it delves, and then Maggie's big red strap-on.

Maggie was wearing her striking natural coloured apron, and craftily stuck her strap-on to it by way of suction and gave her patient a close contact pounding. Plenty of lube, yet another pair of disposable latex gloves and more aroma puffs and we almost managed to get Mistress inside me with her gloved hand. Having seen the pictures I really wish I had endured that extra bit of stretching that would have been required for a whole fist up my bum. It almost gives me an orgasm just thinking how close my owner was to being able to undertake a proper internal examination. With more willpower on my part it won’t be long now, but I think Maggie was satisfied with our progress for now and moved on to stretching other, smaller openings. 

The gynae couch was adjusted for my next operation, and at last my straitjacketed arms were strapped across my chest, to make sure I wouldn’t be jumping off the table I was anchored down with the couches’ straps and covered with a thick rubber operating drape.

My foreskin is very tight. It took a little while for Mistress to get my foreskin retracted sufficiently to get sight of my urethra opening and allow the first Pratt sound to be inserted, accompanied by a good telling off with strict instructions to practice retracting said foreskin. Like the real expert that she is, Maggie carefully overcame this little problem and the first sound, size 21, steadily slid in. Not to be outsmarted by my undersize urethra, Mistress slid the tip of the second sound in before the 21 was fully removed and that worked perfectly. More playful sounding continued with numbers 23 and 24, and finally when size 25 slid home Maggie thought I had completed sufficient stretching for the day and we stopped at 25, which is apparently my largest sound that I have been able to accommodate so far. Mistress patted my cock, said she was pleased with her slaves performance and allowed me the luxury of having the vibrating sound as my final rewarding invader. Now that gave me a real buzz. 

Maggie had invested a little more time in all our stretching exercises which didn't really leave sufficient time for a full inflation, but Mistress did promise it for some time in the not too distant future.

To my surprise, when I rather tongue in cheek suggested it was Maggie's turn to lie on the couch after all that 'strenuous' afternoon activity, she didn't hesitate. Hanging up her apron to reveal her figure in shiny black latex, she rather elegantly replaced me on the couch, looking ever so tranquil and serene she gave me a quiet order. 'You can come and gently massage my legs slave', and the feel of the rubber as it rippled under my fingers was divine. Mistress deserves far more pampering by her slaves and it's always a privilege to be able to give a little back to her. After all, Maggie really does work hard on training her slaves and certainly on bringing me up to a reasonable slave standard. 

All in all, I really do have a lot to thank Mistress for and it was a delight to be able to help once again with tidying all the used latex items from the Clinic and giving it a wash, cleaning anything and everything that I could help with, essentially any  of the unseen jobs that she routinely does after all her sessions.

PS. I have been stretching my foreskin regularly on a daily basis and successfully and painlessly achieved retraction at least twice a day. I am pleased with that progress and hope Mistress Maggie finds an improvement to accessibility at the next appropriate opportunity. I have also ordered a replacement red suit from Libidex, slightly thicker, with wrist and ankle zips now included. I thought about ordering an identical suit to the one Maggie has in her wardrobe but I thought that the few differences would provide a little flexibility and variety. After all Maggie knows she can always shove me in her red latex suit if she prefers to recreate the 'today' look.

Return of the Jolly Green Giant

Jolly Green giant or even The Hulk sounds like a sci-fi thriller; maybe not Sci-Fi, definitely NOT fiction, but I definitely ended up looking very green in a thriller session today in the caring hands of Mistress Maggie.

I had given Mistress a few clues about the kind of session I’d like, so had a fair idea what part of the session may entail, provided of course that Mistress doesn't decide to delay the suggestion to another day to keep her slave guessing about what goes where etc. If that did happen I know Maggie will be
returning to the scenario in a future session. Well she didn't delay and I was subjected to a tape mummification as the second part of the session, and I will return to my rather exciting event shortly.

What I didn’t anticipate were the contents of the first half of my training. I arrived at the Chambers relaxed and was delighted to see Maggie in simple attire of tight fitting black latex body suit, tights and the new shiny black boots that give a smooth feeling on their lickers’ tongue. I had taken delivery of a pair of new latex socks and after having struggled for 5 minutes that morning to fit them at home, I decided to arrive at the Chambers wearing the socks under my vanilla outerwear, it saved 5 valuable minutes of session time. I know Maggie doesn't appreciate me arriving in latex undergarments as they have the tendency to create sweaty areas that make donning my latex suit more difficult, including sweaty bollocks which are not appropriate to start a session with, but I didn’t think socks would be much of a problem.

Having gleefully undertaken my boot worship, encouraged by the occasional thwack from Mistresses blue crop, I was reunited with my trusty red butt which had not been used for quite a number of visits. A good dollop of lube massaged in and around my anus had the plug easily sliding home; probably one of the easiest insertions I have experienced, and it does indicate that the hard graft put in by Mistress to widen my back passage is actually paying dividends. 

Then on to my dressing. I had learned to be far more careful when placing my heavy latex catsuit in the correct position to facilitate easy leg entry and it worked a treat. Last time in the hot weather I had made the mistake of getting the legs out of alignment and it was a hell of a struggle, and even when on it wasn't on comfortably. Not this time, zips to the sides, a good dusting of talc and the suit was once more fitting like the proverbial glove, sealing in my red friend perfectly.

It didn't take long for Mistress to decide that I would be better restrained in the leather harness. I am delighted to say that my training has been so good that I can now be very helpful climbing into the harness, at this rate of progress it won’t be long before Mistress can just issue the instruction ' Harness slave' and I will be able to contort myself into it all on my own. I doubt I will be able to tighten the straps, but Maggie likes to make sure they are evenly spaced, neat and TIGHT!.

And now I was introduced to the first, very exciting part of my session. I was to be allowed to try out the new inflatable hood that I had seen on Mistresses Twitter feed. I find it a real honour that Mistress allows me the privilege of being one of the first to try out what looked to be a truly remarkable helmet. It wasn't just stick it on and pump it up. Maggie, as always had planned the scenario to best test the capabilities of the new hood. To start off this adventure, I was instructed to retrieve the Throne and place it centrally for yours truly to occupy. Simple restraints in the form of six black ropes at top of arms, wrists and ankles, tethered me and my harness on to the Throne.  

Mistress then outlined how the hood would be deployed, with no eye holes, single anaesthetic mouth piece and my personal white viral filter that I always carry in my perv bag completing the mechanics. Without further ado the hood was eased over and zipped. Initially it was totally dark inside, but as the hood was inflated I was just able to see through the small opening in the mask and occasionally could even catch the briefest glimpse of a boot, or an ankle as Maggie moved in and out of my very limited field of view. 

Pump, pump, pump. 'Are you OK slave?' Yes! and then more pump, pump, pumping. By this time the pressure was building but it was ever so comfortable. Mistress appeared to derive fun from playing my balloon head like bongos and it is a very strange sound. Boing, boing, boing went the balloon! To keep me an honest slave, Mistress would regularly attach the 3ltr rebreather bag and aromas pump hose. I could manage 4 or 5 minutes rebreathing and then asked for relief which fortunately Maggie granted. After a couple of minutes recovery time the rebreather was reapplied and the 5 minutes started all over again. Pump for aromas, pump pump for a bit more in the hood and I was in heaven. Strangely, due to the translucent nature of the filter I was never completely in the dark, although I could not glimpse outwards and just had the feint white glow for company. 

This was a completely unexpected start, but then Maggie always is capable of pulling something special out of the hat. For those interested, Mistress posted a short video on her Twitter feed and a copy of the same clip is now ready for you to view at the foot of this blog. Though I say so myself it is one of the most highly charged and erotic videos I have viewed recently.

After a considerable test window I was unfortunately deflated and Maggie debriefed me as to how it felt using the inflatable hood. I honestly said I could manage a couple of hours at least providing the rebreather was removed at regular intervals. We shall see if Mistress will commit 2 hours of my training to being so deliciously enclosed and pumped on a future occasion.

Hood removed, slave untied, The Throne returned to its corner location and we moved on to my mummification. I helped set up the plank under the overhead and stood next to it while Mistress loosely applied black pallet wrap to my upper torso. In our preliminary e-mail discussions in a flash of 'brilliance!' I rashly suggested using a neck collar to allow a smoother, tighter taping around the neck. I have frequently seen videos where neck taping had to be left loose enough to allow the subject to breath; quite essential I might add, but we wanted to see if we could surmount the need for loose binding.

To be brief, Maggie used a snug foam neck brace as a foundation which did work, and she didn’t have to worry about the neck tape being too tight. I had also floated the idea of some form of aroma delivery AND to top it all suggested that some form of drink intake would allow for a well hydrated mummy to survive for a long incarceration. Sometimes I think I am a glutton for punishment. Not really, Mistress knows I will try my hardest to please her as well as enjoying all that was about to happen.

Feeding tube and cannula input

Fully filmed and lying on the plank now, the taping proceeded like a well oiled machine. Upper torso taped, neck taped, legs suspended from overhead to facilitate their taping and then the final touches that had started my juices flowing. My head was clingfilmed and taped exactly as I had seen in a photo link I had sent to Mistress. I was already wearing the nasal cannula that Maggie's husband, John has designed and produced, so airflow and aromas delivery were not a problem, and I willingly accepted the rubber tube into my mouth for fluid intake. All were safely taped in place and the final piece of tape was about to remove my vision. The last thing I saw was the wonderful face of my Mistress as the piece was positioned across my eyes and I was plunged into relative darkness, just as I had imagined from the photo. Mistress had come up trumps. Every element of my fantasy had been achieved, in fact surpassed. I ended up a big green mummy. I wonder if the Pharaohs had so much fun with their mummification? Probably not, as my Mistress is meticulous about keeping her slave alive to recount the experience.

Mistress thought it would be a novel touch to keep my hands free. Having seen these images I definitely concur, I love the contrast between the black latex gloved hands and the vivid green of the gaffer tape. It also offered the added benefit of allowing me to flex my fingers should any form of pins and needles set in. The effect of the neck corset is highlighted here; the neck is much thicker than you would associate with a 'normal' taping and the result was the most rigid head restraint I have encountered. Taped to the bench, I couldn't move my head even 1mm.

The feeding tube and breathing tubes are evident in the image and the only regret was that the welcome liquid refreshment was simple cool water. It was easy to suck up and consume from a glass on the side table, but it did lack a little something... warm liquid… tasty liquid…  ah yes, essence of Mistress pee was missing from the experience!

Just when I thought life had reached the pinnacle of enjoyment, I could feel Maggie first patting my groin area to locate the lie of the land, then the rasp of her safety scissors as she cut a square opening in the otherwise pristine pea green frontage.

It comes as no surprise that presented with my released cock and balls, Maggie would enjoy herself by applying a couple of heavy duty electrodes, some heavy duty e-stim and a heavy duty and long sound down the urethral hole that was presented unprotected for her enjoyment. Mistress declared afterwards that she had hoped for quite a bit more 'enjoyment' from both her captured cock and slave, but time had flown by with the inflatable hood and incarceration being enjoyed for a considerable time!

One final amusing incident occurred after all the tape had been carefully cut off and my rubber suit removed. As I sat on the plank for a moment to recover my composure, the bloody butt plug which has a concave base acted like a sucker and stuck to the plank. As I stood up it remained attached to the plank and plopped easily out of my backside and there it remained swaying slightly. Obviously it is starting to get a little loose!

Mistress had worked incredibly hard during the session and I was delighted when she accepted my offer to do a bit of tidying up, remove plank legs, return plank to its home on the landing etc. I asked for this session and I have no regrets, although I think Mistress Maggie may need an extra roll of tape as I am not the smallest of slaves and 100m of tape only just covered me. As a final observation, the tape does not cut out all light and once my eyes were taped over I was left in a surreal green haze which was another bizarre touch that I appreciated.

Thank you Mistress for allowing me to have one of my fantasies realised and another wonderful experience.

Caution: This 2min18sec breathplay clip has audio.

Another Major Milestone

I believe we reached and passed another major milestone in my quest to become as near a perfect slave to Mistress Maggie as I can achieve. I appreciate that what I am about to recount may appear arse before elbow so to speak, but for me the move to suggesting session content is a major, MAJOR shift in my relationship with my Mistress. In all the previous 198 sessions I have asked that Maggie has absolute carte blanch over what she wants to do with her slave and have marvelled at her imagination and ingenuity in each and every session. 

Today in our preliminary chat, I asked my owner the simple question.

‘What can I do to help become a better slave?’, and back came the equally simple response.

‘More input would be a help. Tell me what you want in a session slave.'

I appreciate that some may suggest that I should have been doing that for all our encounters as 'he who pays the piper....' but our relationship has never been in that plane. I thought about that a lot during this session as I had plenty of time 'in the dark' so to speak. Put simply, I now have the dilemma of suggesting some of my deeper thoughts and fantasies to the person who I know will attempt to put them into practice, or not as the case may be. Maggie will, as always, have the flexibility to do whatever she wants but knows I won’t be complaining if she reproduces my desires in our future sessions.

Today's session started in a normal manner and I had no inkling of the magnitude of what was about to happen to my mind and its commitment to my Mistress. I knew it would be a red latex day as the calling mail suggested I should bring my red catsuit, and it was likely that I would be in The Clinic because Maggie told me she alternates venues.

Maggie as always looked stunning in her flesh coloured catsuit that she had made herself, teamed with thigh length red vinyl boots, red waist cincher, a long cream apron (another of Maggie’s creations), topped off with a cream face hugging cowl and fair pony tail.

It was a hard thing not to bury my nose in those rather wonderful bum cheeks as we climbed the stairs to the playroom, with Maggie occasionally stopping abruptly on our ascent. Why was I that close? Well I really didn't want Maggie to trip on her flowing apron so I volunteered to hold it off the steps. 

With my red latex gloves on I was to proceed with the worshipful caressing of Mistress’ long shiny boots, then told to stand and don my red latex catsuit which had been nicely warming on the rubber bed and was prepped for the next stage: the anal invasion. Today, Mistress was going to insert her rather large electric anal plug which I've had the pulsating pleasure of wearing on a couple of occasions, but despite deployment of copious amounts of lube it was proving somewhat gruelling to install. Maggie as always, aware of those minor slave discomforts used my own pointier butt plug as a pathfinder for the heavy bomber. It has roughly the same girth when fully inserted but the crucial difference is that by being tapered it gently eases the muscles, whereas the electrode is a full on, cock shaped round ended large diameter... Anyway it worked, the electrode was in all the way to the hilt and most comfortable too.

Naturally, Maggie tested its effectiveness which led to some apprehension regarding the positioning of the toy, as surprisingly I was able to tolerate, even enjoy, the feeling right to the maximum 99 setting on the e-stim box! ‘That’s definitely not normal’ she said, and rather wisely decided not to leave it at max, just in case any movement gave a better electric circuit and all of a sudden the jolt sent me through the roof, if I wasn't strapped to the couch of course!

I was led, literally with Maggie's dog lead, through to the Clinic, where with a firm hand on my chest she pushed me towards the wall. The layout looked interesting with the head restrainer already attached to the couch. Although not unusual, the two intertwined bundles of white rope that also occupied the couch intrigued me, as Mistress would normally use the couch straps for restraint.

I was to remain standing as Mistress had me cross my arms with one wrist grabbing the other. The use for the ropes now became crystal clear. Maggie neatly wrapped one of the ropes several times around my lower forearms rendering them nothing more than an incumbrance. A little time was spent on the aesthetics of the situation, making sure as always that her slave looked pleasing to the eye. I of course stood there, a few inches from the face of my Goddess as I watched in awe at the power she held over this willing slave. It really is a wonder to behold to watch those beautiful eyes at close quarters as she concentrated on creating a neat white roped frontage. Once complete a second binding was made, allowing my arms to be rigidly attached at the chest.

Carefully, and with a steadying hand from Maggie I eased myself onto the middle of the couch placing my head into the head immobiliser to check position and comfort, then sat up to have my medicinal inhalation tubing installed. The last time Maggie had attempted to use a nasal cannula I got my breathing all wrong; I just couldn't master the art of in and out through my nose. Anyway, this time Maggie gave me strict instructions NOT to use my mouth and otherwise to breath normally. To help the cannula stay in position the tubes were looped behind both ears, under the chin and kept in position with surgical tape. It was comfortable to wear and easy to breathe with, even with my mouth firmly closed, and once Mistress was satisfied that I was managing the equipment satisfactorily, a suitable hood was the next stage of preparation.

Mistress chose the cream double walled hood. The perforations across the eyes do restrict vision considerably, but I have learned that with a slight move of the head I can catch the occasional glimpse of my Mistress. I always like to be able to see Maggie as she is such a stunning beauty, however, once my head was back in the vice, any movement was virtually impossible.

The cannula tube was fed through the zipped opening at the mouth and worked a treat for aroma delivery, all the while the steady, rhythmic pumping of the cannula pump maintained a regular flow of air to my nose. 

When it was time to take my medicine Maggie would warn me to breathe out, then a faint hiss followed as she squeezed the aromas bulb and the next breath I took provided a welcome infusion of relaxing vapours, delivered along with the fresh air. I am so pleased that I had successfully managed the cannula pump, it’s steady almost silent drone was as calming as the aromas it delivered, and certainly added to the all round ambience of my clinical treatment. 

Couch straps are never forgotten and Maggie was pulling them tight once again, to keep her patient where she wanted, with my head secured in the immobiliser, bound up at Maggie's mercy (or lack of).

Maggie brought out a bottle of cocoa butter and began applying it to my scrotal area; she says it is to make the area more pliable and stretchy to accommodate saline, whereas I just think it a wonderful experience having the very experienced hands of the perfect woman gently massaging my balls. Who knew I would ever love cocoa butter? - Simply heaven! 

I think I was in reasonably good books with my owner, as I had no difficulty with the cannula and didn't complain at all as she carefully inserted a different kind of cannula into my ball sac to proceed with the scrotal inflation. After a few moments when the saline was flowing steadily, Maggie closed the zip up on the front of the hood and I was plunged into darkness, although I wasn't. The hood obviously precludes any vision but the latex is thin enough to allow a strange and eerie cream light through. I could breathe easily so all was well in my very limited world. Every now and then Maggie would stroke a bit of her slave, dole out another puff of aromas, and with her latex gloved hands monitored the progress of my balls as they increased in size.

I wondered why Maggie had paid so much attention to sterilising and roping my cock and balls separately but found out when she inserted a needle at the end of the foreskin. I didn't know it at the time, but it wasn’t just my balls that would be receiving 500ml, she also had plans to inject two full syringes into the foreskin and now informed me, ‘You will feel a little prick!’

A second saline line went into my scrotum as the original was starting to drip a little slowly and once inserted Maggie sounded overjoyed with the flow levels once again. Of course, I couldn't see my owners reaction to the two separate inflations, but I did hear that delightful laugh as Maggie commented on how... odd... my groin area looked. It had obviously  tickled her fancy and that was music to my ears.

A big laugh for my Mistress!

Some may think it odd that being restrained on a couch with limited cream vision, with my head rigidly held, and having two simultaneous saline infusions to my nether regions would have me deliriously happy with my situation, but I was. The solitude gave me time to reflect on my new promise to Maggie; to provide her with some ideas for future sessions, and I had come up with a couple of general ideas one of which I articulated when the hood front was unzipped. 'How about total rubber isolation where I was standing in several layers of latex...' That seemed to do the trick as Maggie was already indicating some of the 'add ons' that she could do to her slave. Oh well, it’s out in the open now, Maggie will have a field day and there is no way that I can complain.

The session wasn't yet over, as I was released from the head harness with instructions to shuffle so my arse was over the end of the couch and my legs were raised high in the stirrups. That can only mean one thing. Mistress would allow me the privilege of a good pegging. Out came the butt plug that had been keeping me company since the Playroom insertion, Maggie stood by me donning her strap on, the couch was adjusted to the right height and... no more embellishment. As Maggie had the electric box handy, in went an electrode down my cock and away it went. Pulse pulse pulse.  

In went Mistress' strap on and I enjoyed such a fantastic experience. My ginormous inflated balls were bouncing up and down and being slapped by Maggie as she pounded my arse, the electrified sound was zinging deep inside me, my inflated foreskin seemed to be gripping and sucking the sound further inside and although I only had perforated vision of my Mistress I thought I was in heaven with Maggie as my angel. Well, I thought I had cum; all my body said I had cum and gave me the signs that I once again had ejaculated, yet strangely, Mistress said there were no external signs of any dribbling.

I hope I hadn't disappointed Mistress Maggie by not squirting my juices all over, but on the positive side no mess to have to clean up. I do know that some of my fantasies are inappropriate, against the Rules and will never be attainable, but it doesn't stop those thoughts. After all, a red blooded slave can dream.

A Few More Small Steps

Little did either of us know that this Friday 13th session would be the last time for the foreseeable future that I would be able to come so physically close to Mistress Maggie. The rapidly changing advice from the government about Covid 19 meant that Maggie had decided to terminate all sessions for the safety of her slaves, but more importantly from my perspective, for Maggie and her husbands’ safety. After all I need her to be fit and well when/if she decides that she can continue with my journey.

In this session Maggie helped guide me a few extra steps towards becoming a much better slave. In isolation each step forward may have been very small, but we did cover a lot of ground today.

This was my 184th session and having attended so often it would be impossible not to revisit some of my earlier experiences, though so far no two training sessions have ever been the same. One of the beauties of my training is that Mistress consistently orchestrates my vast number of experiences into infinitely variable combinations. Even setting out with the same plan, it is invariably different from any previous session. The constant is the admiration, trust and complete adoration I hold for my beautiful Mistress.

Once again I was down on my hands and knees being instructed by Mistress to kiss her boots. I am unable to count the number of pairs of new boots I have worshipped since my training began, nor the many different circumstances. In the past I have tentatively worshipped Maggie’s shoes in a shop, had my tongue dragged up and down a pair of thigh highs with my nose on a chain and even been told to attend to them whilst suffocating in plastic, by comparison today’s boot worship orders were relatively tame. ’Kiss them in a ’French style' slave’. I soon learned that this involved alternating kisses down the side of each boot, three kisses in succession making audible mwah! mwah! mwah! noises. Imagine the privilege of French kissing your beautiful Mistress, even if it was restricted to boot level.

From there we moved on to my latex dressing, and I was easily into my working suit and lying supine on the rubber bed having my balls tied up. Mistress was adamant that the rope should be tight and would be more pleasing if my balls were also separated, this certainly made sure my cock was sufficiently engorged, enough to use as a handy handle to propel her slave to the centre of the room where I was to be suspended for a little more fun.

The heavy leather harness ensured I would be safe and Maggie ensured I would be flying by attaching a wooden leg spreader and hoisting my legs up at the rear. That, with the addition of a fully sealed panoramic mask had me ready for lift off.

The next twenty minutes of my life were spent flying. One big tug on my handy cock handle and Maggie had me swinging back and forth. After that, momentum was maintained through regular slaps with her leather paddle as she circled round me, laughing. I wasn’t allowed to fly without luggage either, once I had been treated to a few puffs of liquid aroma a large wooden weight was padlocked on to my ball bondage, not exactly a travelling trunk, but definitely a good chunk off some hardwood tree.

With my balls used as a cargo hold and being swung by my handy cock again I could gaze through the wide screen at my marvellous Mistress, until it was time to find the key to the lock that was securing the wooden block to the rope round my cock and balls.

Now you might think this would be an easy task, because Mistress always knows where all her equipment is located. Hmmm! Not so this time. Once I was released from the harness I was put on a lead and taken for a tour of the upper Chambers to locate the missing key. That was when the heavy wooden block really came into its own. The first thing to realise about this new form of torture is that the block is really heavy, and I mean ball-stretchingly heavy. The second thing to know is that the block is square and has rather sharp corners.

I had no option but to try walking with my legs wide open to avoid banging my ankles with half a tree. 'Look under the bed slave’, so I gingerly knelt down, resting the block between my aching legs and... you guessed it. Of course the bloody key wasn't under the bed, why would it be?

With lots of banging and clattering of ankles I was led back round the Playroom. 'Under the horse slave?' Nope, no keys there. Then just as I was getting up Maggie announced that, 'It’s here slave. On the keyring!’ Hmmm. Why didn't I think it would be on a keyring. My balls were giving up the ghost and I could feel the bondage rope sliding off them one twist at a time until the heavy block sank to the ground. At last, free but stretched balls. We didn't need that bloody key after all. Was that planning or what? My Mistress really is an expert in the deadpan sadistic humour department.

Free of the block I was told to bend over the Horse to have an electronic prostrate massager inserted up my bum. Mistress tested out several program variations before she was convinced of the signal I should receive, it was then a case of making sure no wires were disturbed while she helped me to slip into the thick rubber bondage suit. Yes Mistress, it must have looked hilarious - no chance of me walking with wide legs now, with my ankles confined I had to bunny hop through to the clinic couch and there I was strapped down.

Maggie put her rubber apron on, a sign that inevitable treatments would be carried out but with no clue what they may be. Mistress never neglects my love of latex, and went on to make sure I was totally covered in it by raising my head and pulling on the inflatable gas mask hood. Taking care to pump without over inflating it my latex nurse soon had me feeling its wonderful embracing pressure, an extension hose was added to allow safe administration of her prescribed aromas from its position out of the way on the IV stand.

Meanwhile, down below I wasn't allowed to touch my aching cock as the mitts were securely attached to the waist strap. Any playing with cock and balls at this stage was only for Maggie. As it happened, Mistress was initially more interested in some long overdue nipple training, and to get my treatment started produced two steel towers with attached clamps; designed for extending nipples. This was the first time I had worn these and I do wish they had worked first time. I could accommodate the pain the first time but because my nipples are sorrily small the least bit of stretching and the clamps let go. After the second and third abortive attempts, my nipples felt like they had been dragged through a thorn bush backwards and thank goodness for the soothing aromas.

Maggie wasn’t impressed with the poor performance and with a bunch of expletives went to find her reliable clover clamps. They went on nicely aside from the fact my nipples by now were sore. No matter, at least they were clamped and sore! Maggie sounded a lot happier once my nipples were finally receiving her painful therapy and she could turn her attentions to matters lower down. She purred that I was about to have a larger sound inserted down my cock and that I would enjoy the largeness.

Mistress wasn't wrong, my eager cock sucked it all in without an inch of hesitation, then, to follow an even larger sound was selected and it’s oiled up tip began teasing my hole. When left to its own devices it also slid in very easily and very smoothly, and despite Mistress playing little games with my nipple chain I really started to enjoy the situation and actually started humping the sound. In between gently pulling on my nipples Mistress glided the large long sound in and out creating orgasmic sensations, while the electric box delivered the selected massaging pulses to my prostate.

Then it was all over. I had experienced each of these individual exercises before in some form or other, but as I said at the start, this session was unique in how it developed, unique in the sensations it delivered, but constant in the way that Mistress Maggie had guided me down a few small extra steps for which I will be eternally grateful.

I can't say Friday 13th is at all unlucky. If I had a session booked for Friday 20th it would have been cancelled, so in that sense Friday 13th was a truly lucky day for this slave.

Thank you Mistress and the only thing I hope for is that you both stay safe, make the most of your enforced downtime and that you may consider my request to be one of the first trainees to attend the Chambers when you feel safe enough to resume.

WARNING: This 2 minute clip has audio.