Cane Again

I am probably not the brightest of slaves and I am certainly not the best of slaves but what I can offer to Mistress Maggie is absolute loyalty, commitment and obedience. Today I was left marveling at how far Mistress has brought me in my role as her slave, when I accepted it as perfectly normal that I was to receive 6 cane strokes. Mistress had merely posted a note on the bathroom wall next to a bottle of my talc depicting a cane and 6*. I wasn't sure why, but it is rare for me to be caned unless I need to learn a lesson. That is my life and I totally accepted that I would receive 6 of the best.

Knocking at the Playroom door I immediately found myself inserted into a rather fetching black latex hood and my attention directed towards Maggie's boots. Mistress had given her figure the Midas touch, the latex catsuit and matching boots that so seductively adorned her beautiful body were made of a magnificent gold, and with instruction, my tongue was put to work to give her boots additional shine.

It didn't take long for me to be told why I was to receive the 6 strokes. That bottle of talcum powder belonged to me and I had left it there after my last session . . .  and on quite a few other occasions as well, I'm afraid to say. Despite Mistress persistently reminding me to take my talcum home I have to admit to forgetting it. ‘How many times have I told you that I have no need for your cheap talc? Lets see if my smoked dragon can instil that fact into your thick skull slave’. Fortunately, it was my fat arse rather than my cranium that received its attention. Face down on the latex bed and a few swishes to set the tone then thwack 'One. Thank you Mistress' Thwack, 'Two. Thank you Mistress' . . . until all six were safely counted across my backside. I deserved it and we moved on.

I must have lost a bit more weight because I climbed easily into my working latex catsuit. Again I was pleased as Mistress congratulated me getting dressed in record time. High praise indeed and one any dedicated slave lives for. My bum was then given different attention after the caress of the cane in the form of a remote vibrating butt plug. Bending over, down went my bum zip, on went the condom and in went the plug, much to Mistresses amusement as I started twitching as soon as the vibes started.

However, I wouldn’t be wriggling for too long, I might be twitching a lot but wriggling was definitely out  as I was about to be the subject of Maggie’s tape mummification, wound up tightly and suspended on her plank! Standing to attention, roughly in the centre of the Playroom I received a quick but thorough application of clingfilm that had me feeling nicely cocooned inside the wrapping.

A useful tip here is to stand with your feet at 10 to 2. This will give you the maximum stability as Maggie winds the wrap round and round. Don't think though that you remain with this much freedom as your legs will be taped together later. It is important for Mistress to get a good film base, otherwise when tape is applied there is the distinct likelihood that you will end up with tape marks on the latex. Maggie is of course an expert in mummification and the heavy industrial tape was applied in winds of overlapping layers, then hand smoothed all over. Its a nice feeling having a beautiful woman's hands running over your taped torso.

Maggie's aim was to mummify me standing up because it is far easier to apply both film and tape with a vertical slave, with me transplanted into a corner she could then set up the plank, complete the mummification and whisk me off my feet; well hoist the plank on the overhead and then... Well, the first part went well and I was even able to waddle to lean against the Cell door as Maggie constructed the Plank, that is the advantage of 10 to 2 feet you can actually waddle duck like. Mistress cut the film at knee level to allow me to bend them and I managed to ease myself onto the Plank roughly where Maggie instructed.

Things then got trickier and two things happened. Firstly if you have ever tried sitting down whilst filmed and taped, you’ll know that it’s not at all easy to bend your middle to maintain a sitting position. Mistress only allows deliberate hurt when she is in control and so I felt really sorry for her as she attempted to aid this lump of a slave on to the plank without inadvertently hurting myself. Once I had been guided into a lying position there was a sigh of relief from Maggie before she instructed me to reposition myself so as to even up the weight distribution.

Secondly, cling film, tape and a varnished plank do an excellent job of sticking together. It took some effort, but using a strange snake-like motion I managed to wiggle down the planks’ length one small inch at a time. That really got my sweat glands working and I was happy just to lie there and rest while Mistress gathered some bits and pieces.

So far so good, but the wrapping was not quite  complete. Maggie finished with a layer of film and I became one with the plank. Rather than wrap my head in film and tape I was to wear the tusk mask; a nice touch that allows aspects of both breath control and nectar drinking, though today the mask was chosen for easy administration of aromas.

But for Maggie's quick reactions things could have ended up a little topsy turvy as she attached the chains and started the lift. Raising the plank one end at a time I was suspended in all my duct tape and plastic around two feet from terra firm, thereafter  with every extra pull on the ropes I gently started to capsize, a bit like a ship that had just been torpedoed. ‘Hmmm, Mistress I feel like I am tippling over…’

I honestly found it quite funny, of course I was safely plasticked to the plank and wouldn’t fall off it whatever way up is was. You would certainly find it hard writing a script for our capsizing scene! Fortunately Maggie took charge and lowered both ends before I totally turned turtle. We assumed that it was a problem with weight centering and I have certainly more than enough weight to centre!

As I really couldn't move an inch to re-balance the plank the suspension was abandoned and I ended up cut free and safely on the floor, still rigidly cocooned but stable. Unperturbed, Mistress rolled me over where she wanted me and carried on with her plans. The tough tape was again smoothed of any wrinkles that I had created in my unbalanced state followed by the sound of snipping scissors. Maggie set about cutting out my cock and balls, not literally thank goodness, that will probably form some future amusement for Mistress, but the tape surrounding that area. That was a relief to get some cool air on at least a small area of my otherwise very warm taped body, and I was left there cocooned on the floor for quite some time.

Eventually Mistress reappeared and the clattering steel tray she was carrying awakened me from my slumber. I could see her gold figure towering over me as she began pumping a potion of intoxicating aromas into my mask. Naturally, when she moved lower down my body I couldn't see, but I could feel Mistress applying a cage then the tightening of the clamps round my balls. Time for more aromas I think as the threaded bars began clutching my balls really tight. With her normal sense of humour, Mistress said I was benefiting from a few steel ornaments. I knew better. My balls were being crushed by the metal restraints.

I will probably wish I hadn't said this, but the feeling of physical contact and a little discomfort was a relief after being wrapped up like a parcel. I still couldn't see what was happening down below, but Mistress kindly took time to show me the very long ribbed sound through the tusk mask lenses. It slid in easily through the central hole in the cock cage and disappeared all the way down the centre of my cock.

I really could not work out the very strange, very pleasant sensations that followed and were accompanied by a metallic rattling sound. I thought it maybe Maggie running a vibrator over the cage, cock and embedded sound. It was of course Maggie gently withdrawing and reinserting the ribbed sound and the rattle was the noise as it contacted the central hole in the cock cage.

What a finish. Mistress retrieved her Hitachi wand and started firstly playing with my cock, then once more coming into view above me  she pleasured herself through her tight latex. By now she had removed the tusk mask and straddled my head as she continued to allow the wand to work its magic. I lay there in total wonderment to see Mistress play with the wand before opening her zip and allowing a stream of refreshment enter my mouth. All the while the vibrating butt plug had been doing its duty, out of sight but not out of mind.

Thank you Mistress Maggie. I don't think I would have escaped that mummification unaided.

WARNING: This 1min 13sec clip has audio.

Happy New Year

What a start not only to the new year but to a new decade. Luck had it that I was the fortunate person to have the first session of the new decade with Mistress Maggie. It had been my little fantasy to be the first slave to present myself, though I am aware that to Mistress my appointment will only be the first of many slaves to arrive at the Preston Chambers, but in my own secret special way I think that my Mistress has a good thought for her first customer in 2020.

With the new year came a fresh start to the session and I was sent to the bathroom to return in latex socks, gloves and for the first time ever, my black latex tee-shirt. I was not overly concerned about being naked from waist down as my Mistress has full access to all areas, but pleasurable or painful it seemed likely that my naked bits would be receiving some attention. Actually I did not have much chance to ponder on the possibilities before a rubber hood was zipped on me and I was viewing Maggie through small eyeholes.

Other things never change, and once more, Mistress beautifully attired in her stunning latex required her slave to worship her boots.

Though I did not have too much aroma today the medicine did start early, and to my surprise my first scent of aromas was delivered from between Maggie’s breasts. 2020 was going to be a good year I could tell! A couple of long sniffs on the brown bottle and as I bent down to put my tongue to work on her boot leather Maggie cheekily slipped my butt plug up my ass. It can be hard to concentrate on cleaning boots while on the aroma and with the vision of a Mistress towering over you waving a crop. Playing safe I settled for synchronising my tongue movements with my swirling intoxicated brain cells!

As always Mistress was aware of the limitations of my knees and thoughtfully asked me to don the Playroom kneepads, then some rather strange but simple steel shackles were tightened onto my wrists. These are particularly uncomfortable after a while because the threaded bar that tightens them pokes up by a good 10cm, which means you cannot rest your head on your arms whilst your bum sticks skyward. Still, it’s all in a slaves day so I mustn't grumble.

It was quite sunny outside, but any sun out there was totally eclipsed by the sun that Mistress created from my arsehole. Using a particularly vibrant and particularly sticky tape my anal stretching was taken way beyond what I had previously experienced. Maggie managed to work the ends of the tape actually inside my little bud then systematically went round each ray, stretching and tightening so my anus was being stretched in all directions, but the opening was virtually sealed by the embedded tape. This was quite fortunate because Maggie wanted to slip a stainless steel electric butt plug inside for a little more 'fun’. The taped opening worked well as the silver bullet eased its way inside and of course just stuck there.

And what level should the steel electrode operate on? Maggie decided it would be interesting to stick to the laws of physics, and just like the sun have masses of heat radiating from my core, the electrics were gradually increased to the maximum level 99 and I am proud to say I accepted the full blast. I was much less sure when she threatened to repeat the same levels down a sound in my cock!

With the heat gone and the plug removed, what followed was a dish full of soapy water pumped into the Bardex up my backside. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable but something wasn't quite right in the damned area, maybe because the doctor had given me new tablets to take?

Maggie was explaining that she intended to fit me into the leather suspension bag with my belly full of enema and asked if I was up for it. Oh boy yes, but with my training comes the added responsibility to help Mistress no matter what the consequences. I was already feeling desperate for the toilet and I really didn't want to disappoint her by letting go inside the leather lined body bag and so I advised Mistress of my reservations. I always am honest with Maggie and I thought nothing of it as I was sent to the bathroom to expel the soapy onslaught.

When cleaned and back in the Playroom, Maggie had me lay face down on the bed. That really was a nice experience until Mistress whispered that she had a surprise for me. ‘As you’re useless with a Bardex slave I am going to fill your arse with something else’. The swish of the cane rang through my ears and I received four or five quick raps across my arse. Mistress wasn’t pleased and wanted to teach me not to spoil her fun. ‘Yes slave, I’ll fill your arse with pain instead!’ The strokes must have been delivered with some venom as two stripes were still faintly visible after a week!

It was relatively quick to get me into the leather sleepsack. In no time I was lying snug and comfortable as Maggie tightened the laces and straps to secure me in place. This exercise is highly recommended as it is so relaxing and had it not been for the other activities planned by my Mistress I am sure I could have drifted off to sleep.

Had I done so I would have been gently awakened by the rocking of the overhead gantry as first one end then the other was slowly hoisted from the ground. I have mentioned it before but it never ceases to amaze me how a slim, beautiful lady can hoist a lump of a slave. I know excellent design work went into the overhead and pulleys are used to enable Maggie to move the chunkiest of slaves.

I would have further been returned to reality by Mistress opening the crotch zip and extracting my little cock, (remind me not to play with myself on the morning of a session!) which needed more than a little encouragement to make it a suitable size to have the electro sound inserted deeply in it. Once paired with a matching electrode my cock was standing up straight ready for more e-stim.

Thank goodness Maggie didn't make good her threat of maxing the unit to level 99, instead I received a very pleasant electro-vibrating sensation, and thank goodness Mistress decided not to apply the full face covering, not that darkness frightens me, but I do love being able to watch as the most beautiful woman imaginable moves about attending to her very compliant and willing slave. Even with the e-stim throbbing away I love gazing at my Mistress, or is that partly due to the effects of the e-stim? Whichever, when a blindfold comes out I feel a little blind and disconnected.

However, on this occasion Mistress treated me to the perfect blindfold and one where I could remain connected to my owner. Mistress had been carrying round the aroma jar in her bra and every now and then would remove the lid and treat me to another sniff. This time when she opened the bottle, she soaked a pad and pushed it into her latex bra, right at the base of her cleavage.

Then as I swung Maggie approached and ever so slowly placed my nose in the valley and moved even closer so her breasts formed the perfect seal. I could breathe in the aroma; I couldn't see a thing yet I knew I was as close to my Mistress as she would allow. Comforted by the warmth of her perfect breasts I thought I had ascended into heaven. As I inhaled the scent of the aroma its effect magnified my feelings and I tried harder to snuggle deeper into those magnificent mounds.

I really did feel at one with the world, at one with my Mistress and happy that finally Maggie had provided me with a blindfold that I really loved.

To conclude what can only be described as a fantastic start to a decade, Mistress once again took charge of the suspension ropes and little by little I was lowered to the ground. Not all the way, just enough to allow her to stand astride her slave and feed me with a drink of fresh nectar. A gentle trickle that I had to catch every drop of, but it was far far better saluting and celebrating the New Year with Maggie’s nectar than the glass of whisky I’d had on New Years eve. It shows how much under Mistress Maggie's influence I have ascended. My favourite tipple is no longer Glenmorangie or Bushmills because I can't get enough of Maggie's pee.

I would like to give Mistress Maggie the biggest thank you for all my wonderful experiences since 2011 and my wish for the next decade is that I am still needed as Maggie's slave and hopefully friend.

Happy New Year!

Four Sounds and a Catheter

Mistress Maggie appears to have a bottomless repertoire of ways to inflict exquisite pain on her subjects yet at the same time inducing a feeling of happiness in her slave. Several examples of Mistresses playful sadism were evident in today’s session, and remarkably on each occasion I wanted it to continue and wanted MORE! The pain was of course present, but what was present in a much greater measure was my absolute need and desire to please Mistress.

Mistress had bought a new pair of pale coloured calf length boots and as usual, that is where I began my devotion, down on my knees thoroughly cleaning and worshipping her chosen footwear. Surprisingly I received a strange sensation on my tongue when I started on the soles of the boots, Mistress had taken them to Timpson’s to have special grippy soles and heels attached that had the consistency of a snow shoe, or what I imagined a snow shoe to feel like. Very pronounced and abrasive rubber soles that really scraped on the tongue as I licked.

Moving on to the heels I discovered that they were an attractive shape but definitely not stiletto, Mistress smiled down at me and innocently enquired what I thought they might feel like grinding into a nipple. I rather sensibly sidestepped the question and continuing my worship made sure I was as near as possible to being face down, but there was little doubt in my mind that I would be finding out soon!

On a practical perspective these boots are virtually non-slip, or at least they were when they did eventually end up being stamped into my nipples, which means Mistress will be a lot safer walking out and about this coming winter. I know it is selfish but I really don't want my owner to be damaged.

Butt plugging time began. Head down, bum up, lube on and butt plug in, all in a matter of seconds and no discomfort. That was until Mistress decided that sitting on my back was an ideal position to give my arse a sound hand spanking then make her mark on my buttocks with her sharp fingernails. That really is a strange situation to find your bum in. I didn't dare move or even flinch with Mistress balancing on my back, and I did rather like that position as I could feel the warmth of Mistresses rubbered private parts in the middle of my back. Anyway, I just knelt and enjoyed the pain and the pleasure as Maggie alternated between scratching and gently stroking. Donning my purple catsuit was just as easy as the plug insertion and we were very soon ready to progress to The Clinic.

Mistress in her latex nurse guise was as caring towards her slaves health as ever. Knowing that I had recently had some dental work and could only consume soft food she went on her travels to find something suitable for me to eat. Soft fruit and cream perhaps? Perhaps some late season strawberries? No. Mistress returned with a most suitable treat, a pair of her well worn black lace panties. First I benefited from the musky scent of the crotch piece against my nose, then after a period of sniffing came the taste as Maggie used her finger to push the whole panties in my mouth and secured them there with a piece of  clinic tape. I moved them round in my mouth, savoured the flavour and contemplated what a lucky slave I am.

Wearing an S10 gas mask and attached to the nearby Gas Station I was ready to be strapped down and receive aromas on demand. Four or five squeezes of the bulb results in a good but not excessive inhalation of the relaxing aromas and once more I was heading deeper into sub-space where I know my Mistress can do anything she wants with her slave and I certainly won’t complain.

Mistress covered me in two surgical drapes, one in rubber and a second one in plastic, straight from a sterile pack. With each one being carefully secured around my exposed cock and balls it was looking as though that was the operating site of the day. At this point my unruly cock decided that it wasn't going to play and Mistress was having difficulty retracting my foreskin. Maggie really doesn't want to hurt her subjects unnecessarily and I knew that, so being more familiar with my little fella I offered to retract the foreskin for her. It meant releasing my hands but with my help we were able to get it all the way back and Mistress was very happy that she could proceed.

As usual the catheterisation was text book. A completely sterile environment. Everything to hand in sterile conditions and the catheter was in and inflated in moments. I rarely have anything to contribute to the procedure apart from asking, ’is it in?’. Aided by the occasional extra whiff of aromas I was quite happily drifting further under Maggie's spell. I was so pleased when I saw this picture to see that my foreskin stayed fully retracted. On the negative side  and as you can see, my cock is behaving like a freshly made sausage, small and very wiggly. In defence, I got a bollocking last time for cumming early and was determined not to repeat my infractions.

Absolute concentration from a perfect Mistress

Four sounds and a catheter.

There was no way the floppy cock would deter Mistress from her next task, in fact slipping a cold metal rod or two down my shaft was more likely to stiffen it up! Her plan to insert sounds to accompany the catheter deep into my insides needed two steady hands, one for sounding and one for keeping my cock in the appropriate orientation. Or perhaps not. Mistress came up with a simple solution and just held my cock in the jaws of a clamp that was attached to a stand. I told you Mistress has every conceivable device necessary to perform her tasks.

A few more sniffs and I was there, deep under the spell of a stunningly beautiful Mistress and because Maggie hadn't reattached my wrists to the couch I was able to indulge in another of life's pleasures, stroking my Mistresses latex clad derrière. Actually, I think not reattaching my wrist strap was quite deliberate on Maggie's part as I sense she derives considerable pleasure in such stroking. I certainly didn't receive any form of admonishment for rubbing her lovely bottom with my gloved hand.

Visually examining her shiny sound Mistress came towards the operation area and steadily guided it inside my clamped cock. It went in very easily as did the second, third and fourth and I was already to try and accept a fifth, but Mistress had achieved her target of four sounds and a catheter and smiled.

Perhaps next time Maggie will attempt more sounds? I was certainly relaxed enough to attempt more, what with my aromas and being in the presence of my owner but Maggie always knows best and four was as far as she wanted to go today. Briefly leaving the clinic Mistress returned with a plug in vibrator. I heard its buzzing sound then the intense feeling as it made contact with my metalwork making the sounds really rattle. Maggie laughed at my reaction and I'm not at all surprised, as the sounds must have been waving around faster than the baton at the Last Night of the Proms.

Mistress hadn't given me permission to cum and this time despite the very deep vibrations in my sensitive cock I was able to control my natural instincts. I stayed unembarrassed. That was an achievement!

And that was that. Well, almost that. Mistress still had one final part of the session to complete and time for a change of mask. I must admit to being a little disappointed as she removed the S10, no more aromas to carry me along the path which my Mistress expertly guides her slave and I have very willingly chosen to follow. The new hood had nose inserts and a drinking tube and eye holes so I could gaze on my Mistresses beauty which I did for as long as I could. But as you can see it did not last for too long, with the leather blindfold applied I was plunged into almost complete blackness.

I say almost because the stout nature of the blindfold does allow little chinks of light round the edges, but in a way that can be worse. Try as you may those little chinks remain little chinks with no way of seeing anything apart from the occasional shadow as Mistress moves around the Clinic. Better than nothing I suppose.

I lay there with a little contemplative time to myself, reflecting on how lucky a slave I was, until a time where once again I heard Maggie return to the room. ‘It is time for your medicine slave’, she said, and I could feel a tube being attached to my mouth pipe. There was no way to tell whether it was my own or Mistresses fluids that were making their way onto my palette. That question was thankfully resolved when Maggie took away the blindfold and could confirm the source as Maggie's nectar,from Maggie’s special pants and via a long rubber tube I was being fed my medicine straight from the source.
At this point I must warn others wearing this mask that because of the small bore of the feeding tube there is a knack to obtaining small but regular doses of the amber nectar. I had to seal my lips round it, manoeuvre my tongue out of the way and suck. Even when you have mastered the technique you can only draw small amounts of fluid.

With a little practice I managed to achieve a steady flow and needed no encouragement to empty the first dose of medicine from Mistresses piss pants. I allowed myself a virtual smile when Maggie instructed me to drink all the second dose. I had no intentions of missing a drop and sucked avidly until I heard that very pleasant slurp slurp as the last few drops were extracted from their reservoir.

It all made perfect sense now. The calling email had indicated  - Rubber nurse will be on duty and will be asking you to open wide and practising one of her steely infused operations on you.

Maggie really does a fantastic job of training this very willing slave, and once more I have travelled a little further down that glorious road of total dependence on an incredibly wonderful and beautiful Mistress.

If you have enjoyed this honest and accurate account of one slaves continuing journey I recommend you visit Mistress Maggie’s new website and who knows, in eight years time you might be able to report on your 173 session!

Hook, Line and Sinker

I can only describe my own tingling sensations that emerge each time I come in contact with Mistress Maggie. Today's session is a case in point where words fail me; well almost anyway, but hopefully I will be able to highlight the details of another fantastic session where I played the role of her guinea pig.

Maggie ushered me in to the Chambers to reveal herself in thigh high black leather boots, open weave tights and creasing her perfect bottom cheeks, a superb black, form fitting latex leotard.

No amount of pictures and no amount of prose can fully describe the amount of sheer animal magnetism and sexuality that exudes every pore of Maggie’s stunning, well toned body.

Was it my imagination or were those black orbs dancing in an incredibly hypnotic way as I watched her stepping up the stairs? The answer was a definite yes as Maggie came to an abrupt halt two steps from the landing and proffered her wonderful bum right in my face. I perhaps should have resisted as per my training, but I just couldn't help leaning forward and laying the gentlest of kisses on her right, rubber covered cheek. What a relief as it elicited a smile and a little giggle as I was encouraged to repeat, and I let out a sigh of contentment.

A red hood was picked for me to wear to get the session started, and once I returned from the bathroom with my basic uniform of gloves, socks and leather slave collar I set about worshipping Mistress’ superb thigh booted legs. This initial act of worship certainly sets the tone for the session and prepares my mindset for total obedience and acceptance of anything Mistress wants to do to her slave.

I was to be a guinea pig in more ways than one as I discovered when Mistress shuffled me into a brand new position for my butt plug insertion. As I knelt on the bed Mistress clasped my head between her gorgeous thighs, then leaning right over to my exposed butt she began pouring in the lube. A fluffy plug may have been the best choice for her guinea pig slave, but failing that and with very little fuss it was my regular red ribbed plug that wriggled its way up my arse and the Eagle had Landed!

A few months ago Mistress had ordered a new larger butt plug for me to try out but my bum was too small to accept it.  Today again, when we gave it another go I was still too small and so it was cleaned and put back behind the curtain until a later date. It will happen but not quite yet.

What did happen was an unexpected period of blackness. I have one or two latex catsuits of various thicknesses and colour but I know Mistress prefers me in my heavyweight black one which became my uniform for the day. From a slave's perspective it is a wonderful feeling being helped into the suit by an incredibly sexy owner and once inside my rubber skin Maggie instructed me to stand still and grasp the overhead ring. Nothing new in that, Mistress often gives my latex a dusting to remove talc smears, but today a blindfold was pulled over my eyes before Maggie began her gentle ministrations with the dusting cloth.

This produced the most sensual and erotic feelings. With my sight extinguished my mind was attentive to Maggie’s every touch, her soft hands and soft cloth gently working their magic over all my body. I was left trembling and more convinced than ever that I am owned by that perfect person as I felt a lead being attached to my slave collar. With a gentle tug on my leash and a whispered command 'follow me slave’, I was guided through the doorway, along the short corridor and into The White Room. I was perfectly relaxed being led blind to wherever Mistress wanted us to go as I trust my Mistress explicitly.
In the White Room Maggie removed my blindfold and red latex hood and without any incident fitted the thick red latex gas mask, ideally suited for aroma delivery. The one way valves work well by directing the inhale through the poppers tube and the exhale vents direct to the atmosphere. On this occasion, delivery was to be via the Gas Station and Maggie took a couple of moments to tighten tubes and test that the calming elixir was free flowing when she pumped the bulb.

In my role as guinea pig I knew I would be trying a new procedure, and once I was strapped onto the couch I was advised the full extent of where Mistress wished us to go. Her intention was to pierce my scrotum, attaching hooks and lines which would be stretched and tethered to the H-frame that was fitted to the end of the couch. First things first though and donning a pair of surgical gloves she thoroughly disinfected my cock and balls to ensure a sterile operating environment for my piercings.

Maggie told me how she had difficulty finding suitable hooks with lines and that the ‘Heath Robinson’ ones she would be using had been fashioned up by herself. There was a slight delay as Mistress had to deal with the unruly threads which had become tangled during sterilisation. But at last a few squirts of aroma had my head swimming followed by the warning of a needle. ‘A slight prick slave!’.

I felt the piercing as the first of her special hooks was successfully pushed through my scrotum and attached on the H-frame. I hadn’t squealed, but of course Mistress did require some feedback from her guinea pig after the first hook. ‘Well done slave, how are you feeling? Did it hurt? I have more hooks waiting.’ The experience was marginally more painful than a cannula or ordinary needle but nothing a good intake of aroma and a deep breath can't handle.

I was pleased with my ability to cope with the piercings especially as Mistress seemed to be enjoying the process, which is all a good slave could wish for. Once she was happy with the arrangement of the cable runs from the seven piercing hooks, Mistress declared that her new hooking procedure may be viable.

It must have been because I had behaved myself that Mistress decided on a couple more 'treats' to reward my stoicism. She deftly applied five stainless steel clip on rings to my cock. Used together they acted like a single large compression ring constricting my shaft. Mistress said that these lovely little clamps could stay there for a while to bully my cock while she did some tidying. I probably shouldn't say so but I certainly found the clamps anything but bullying, more of another pleasure delivered by my superb Mistress!

When Mistress returned, a long ribbed sound was slipped into my constricted cock, but the sound which has brought such pleasure in the past wouldn't stay in, possibly due to the compression rings or lack of support. Maggie was determined to give her guinea pig more of a treat and decided that I may look cuter with an electric sound. Out came the e-stim and I was given the task of selecting the settings that I wanted to be spoiled with on the control box. I know little about e-stim controls, ‘Program 6 level 23’ I said believing it might be a nice safe choice. In fact is was as the electrode moved deep inside my cock, however Mistress discovered that giving it a little wriggle provided a stronger connection that made her guinea pig jump, obviously that was far more enjoyable for her and so the deliberate wriggling became necessary to enhance her slaves ‘pleasure’.

Life is great for this slave and yes it was fun to have my nuts hooked and stretched, perhaps because I am a masochistic pervert.

I do love acting as a test bench/guinea pig for my Mistress partly because -
I promised 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.

and partly because Mistress Maggie genuinely cares for her slaves and I feel safe being experimented on.

Carpet Burn

Before any of you think I have been indulging in the Urban Dictionary’s definition of ‘carpet burn’, perhaps I should enlighten you as to what really happened. I was invited into The Chambers by Mistress Maggie, and after admiring the red and white latex nurse uniform that she was sexily wearing we made our way to The Playroom, where I was sent to the bathroom to prepare for the session by returning in just my latex socks and gloves.

As usual, when I re-entered and took my place at the feet of my Mistress, there was a period of devotion and worship where I paid homage to the footwear of the day. In this case a rather nice pair of white leather knee boots. During our chatter Maggie mentioned that she had needed to undo a seam and redo the boots to make them a slimmer fit. (What a talented lady my Mistress is.)

An incredibly sensual flogging

Anyway, back to the carpet burn which can only have been caused by friction as I spun around on Maggie’s oriental rug with great gusto, searching for any uncleaned corners and predominantly kissing the boots as instructed in my haste to please. At the time it didn't register that I would need to comment about carpet burn, but I have spent quite a few days nursing it now and mentally reliving the events of day. Incidentally, the Urban Dictionary’s explanation of a carpet burn is strictly forbidden in Maggie’s Chambers!

Maggie fitted me into a very comfortable gas mask, attached the aroma delivery hose then sealed the whole lot in place with an open latex face hood, a few pumps later and I was floating away while Maggie gloved up and inserted four fingers up my bum. After that, insertion of my plug was very easy and would be kept in place once I was sealed in my thick latex catsuit.

That thick latex suit effectively deadened the blows from Mistresses new flogger as she handcuffed one of my hands to her throne, and not for the first time, she began swinging her whip, giving me another of her thorough sensual floggings.

The regular doses of aromas I was receiving had me buzzing, I felt a natural need to dance and stick out my backside to encourage Mistress to flog me harder. There is something surreal about Mistress very sexily moving to the music and having her whip tails sliding over my latex body, landing on my back and whipping my ass. I know Maggie was giving a light flogging but even the sound of the thwacks against the taught rubber across my buttocks, balls and cock was mind blowingly exciting. Although Maggie had deliberately left my right hand free so I could pump aromas if I wanted, I preferred not to do so, as I was overdosing already with the high I was feeling from the flogging.

A tug on the chain certainly gets a slaves attention

As we continued our dancing Mistress took charge of my air intake, heightening the tension each time she placed my breathing tube against her stunning breasts and depriving me of air for short periods. Maggie was laughing and it is reputed that I danced far better after those temporary breathtaking moments.

As much as I did not want our dance to end, it did, and Mistress went on to change my gas mask for a more regular latex number. It was important to Mistress that her chosen mask had suitable nose holes and I soon found out the reason why when a nose chain was screwed onto me. Note: make sure it is high inside the nose otherwise you will be in severe discomfort.

Once her slave was firmly secured by the nose I was led through to the Clinic for further pleasures. With an order for me to kneel, Maggie made herself comfortable on the couch and placed her legs in the stirrups. I was then instructed to remove her boots and replace them with a glossy thigh high pair with striking platform heels. I have attended to Mistress’ footwear before and remembered to line her foot up with the boot and gently push on the heel to ease it in place.

Pulling on the chain and guiding my nose towards her long white boots Mistress told me to begin worship. ‘Boots only slave’. I needed all of my slave training and the pull on the nose chain to help me concentrate on my task rather than Maggie’s exposed private parts. That really was a trial for a red blooded slave, but I have been well trained and only needed one sharp word accompanied by a torturous tug on the nose chain to bring me back in line.

Next came a little plastic play. Well perhaps more than just a little; it was my turn to be supine on the couch. Breathing through plastic with all my limbs confined in plastic splints I was strapped down for the remainder. Finally the contents of the calling email I’d received from Mistress made absolute sense -

‘Your rubber nurse will be getting you hooked on worship and floating on air, in the best possible rubber way’.

The plastic hood is incredibly comfortable to wear. I could breathe easily and thankfully I could still gaze at my incredibly attractive nurse as she prepared for the next phase of my training.

During a recent session Mistress had been disappointed that she'd been unable to continue stretching my asshole, mainly because my ass was just not up to it that day, but  promised ,’it can wait until another day’. Maggie had indicated earlier in this session that she intended to get a whole hand inside me by the end of the session. To help relax and sedate her patient my nurse prescribed more aromas. Amazingly the anaesthetic mask fitted perfectly over the plastic hood, tightening the plastic over my mouth and allowing virtually unhindered breathing whenever my medicine was being given.

Maggie whispered that the time was right to get a whole hand inserted inside me, then with her mischievous laugh announced that I would be playing party to her latest experiment. She explained how she would be fitting a latex glove up my bum before filling it up with an appropriate amount of her piss, describing how it might feel as the fingers begin to inflate, tenderly tickling my innards in the process. Oh, I do love to have Mistress experiment with me in this way and expected slight changes to her arrangement before she was completely satisfied.

An anal plug was inserted inside the glove to aid insertion before being sealed, then a syphon system was used to inject the fluids which could be heard filling a jug right next to my plastic covered ear!. The jug, filled with a large potion of her warm pee, was immediately delivered to my rear end where Mistress proceeded to syphon her invention up my backside.

There were a few moments of damning and blasting when a leak was identified, but the problem was soon fixed and the glove was filling up nicely. It was a wonderful sensation having my bum inflated with warm nectar, slopping about inside me with each squeeze of her rubber hand pump, and eventually around 750ml was successfully inserted into the glove.

I feel really privileged that Mistress was able to use her own fluids to fill up my arsehole, but every really good experience comes to an end and quite a hilarious one on this occasion. After a couple more pumps the pressure of the inflated glove became too much and the glove and plug combination eased its way out of my ass one finger at at time, giving Maggie one helluva surprise!

The imagination and inventiveness of my Mistress appears to have no bounds, and as the glove slipped out I think Mistress Maggie was satisfied that her experiment had worked very well. Her slave had finally accepted a hand up the backside, giving me hope that it won’t be too long before I can actually accept Maggie's hand deep inside me.

My dear old nipples were also on the clinic agenda and as part of my nipple training it was necessary for my rubber nurse to apply suction to them. I have been trying to train my nipples myself between sessions, to make them more accessible for my Mistress. I think I may have made some good progress because Maggie did comment that they were both more prominent, but caught me totally unaware as she leant forward and bit my left one because it was still misbehaving. I was so surprised that I jumped, not due to the sensation of having Mistress nibble a nipple, call me a masochist but that was actually very pleasant, but by the sheer suddenness of the punishment it received.

I think I had pleased my Mistress today because as a finale I was allowed some time with her sounds. It was a glass one that slipped down my cock first followed by an eagerly accepted fancy urethral dilator.

I'd spent quite a lot of time fully hooded in one way or another and loved every minute of the experiences, in fact Mistress could hood me for the whole session in these ways and I would love it.

Of course, the only time my eyes were unglazed I had a real intimate view of Mistress Maggie's most private parts, but any slave knows 'look but don't touch’. In reality, because of the tension on the nose chain I got very little opportunity to look and actually concentrated on cleaning her boots while trying to sneak a peak at my beautiful Mistress.

And what about that carpet burn? - Well everything is fine now, though it took a good week to heal up. I find it most strange that I never noticed it at the time, but I think once or twice Maggie has referred to it as her magic carpet!

Open... Wider!

The blog title has nothing whatsoever to do with the size of my butt-plugged ass, although I suspect that may happen in the future, but more to do with Mistress Maggie's new dental drill! I had been instructed to bring my red rubber apparel to the session, but to get started Mistress wanted me almost naked and sent me off to the bathroom telling me to return in my rubber socks and gloves.

The red rubber theme continued as Maggie reached into the drawer and pulled out a nice red latex hood and proceeded to zip me into it. The only other garments chosen for me were a leather chest harness and a pair of knee pads.

‘Onto the bed now slave, on your back with arms and legs wide’. It can be a wonderful feeling being strapped to the bed corners. Maggie has to lean right over to get my right hand cuffed and just as I had imagined it wasn’t too long before she did exactly that, coming in so close I could feel her warmth and smell that lovely rubbery scent emanating from her lithe body. It is one hell of a way for a slave to be gently captivated and the feelings were intensified as Mistress decided that my cock needed to join the red revolution; wound and bound it was tethered to the bed too.

It started to make more sense now why I was trussed to the bed in such a manner. Always true to her word, Mistress was to continue my nipple training and could do without her slave squirming too much as she attached the screw clamps.

Surprisingly for once, my left nipple behaved itself, allowing both clamps to be attached relatively easily and stay put. That is not to say they weren’t painful, in fact they were very painful, but by gazing at my very beautiful Mistress I was able to begin mastering the pain, turning it into a dull ache and telling myself that these nipple clamps were what she wanted, a way of making my poor nipples more pert and pleasing for her and simply a part of my training.

Mistress instructed me to get off the bed and on to my padded knees ready for a jaunt around the Playroom. ‘Hanging clamps will stretch those nipples and give them a far better workout’, she said with a smile.

Once again I rode with the pain as the reoriented clamps bit in harder, but I was coping well even when Mistress attached a lead and gave the nipple chain a little tug. The red hood was quickly changed for a black one with perforated eyes and protruding tubes at nose and mouth, which I did a good job of grunting through once the real nipple exercises began!

First, the missing butt-plug. Of course every grunting pig slave needs one and it was easily inserted, but only after I had been walked on all fours to retrieve it. A weight was then added to the chain and a few sprints round the Playroom had Mistress urging me to go faster on all fours and occasionally cropping my buttocks as encouragement.

Round and round, one end to the other, faster and faster until the right clamp finally gave up the ghost and slipped to the floor. By this time Mistress was satisfied I had passed that little test and moved the session forward by fitting me into my red catsuit. At last, fully rubbered for my Mistress, and then into the Clinic.

In no time Maggie had me comfortably secured to her operating chair. From there I heard her explanation as to what was about to happen, how I was well overdue another dental examination, which would be conducted and any necessary treatments completed by herself, but only after I had received a suitable dose of anaesthetic.

Mistress, in her charcoal operating coat donned a surgical mask and bringing out a pair of goggles insisted I wore them in preparation for the dentistry. She attached me to the Gas Station and adjusted the valves to get the aroma vapour flowing, then pressing the smooth textured anaesthesia mask over my mouth she soothed her patient with that incredibly sexy voice that she can conjure up at just the right moment. ‘Deep breaths when I say so slave’. 

Although I have worn these googles before they still create a very strange sensation. The normally bright Clinic lights take on a much more subdued green hue, and as I became quietly subdued my Mistress appeared to have a green halo and I was definitely ready for my check up.

An assortment of dental instruments were laid out on Dentist Mistress Maggie’s trolley; mirror, descaling instruments, amalgam applicator etc. I expected all of them would be used to dig and poke at me at some point, however it was an evil looking metal gag that was brought out first. As the Jennings gag was secured I am sure at the back of my mind that I heard the tinkle of laughter, not my Mistresses but some other lady in the far distance, laughing. The green goggles combined with a dose or two of really good aromas was clearly producing the strangest effects on the mind of her dental patient . . . .

Open wide... Wider!

Mistress engaged in that idle chatter that many dentists employ. A running description of what was happening and then the questions that are impossible to answer with your mouth forced wide open. Like - ‘Did your previous dentist use one of these Jennings torture devices?’ and ‘When did you last see your dentist?’

Also just like your typical dentist, Maggie seemed to understand the almost incoherent noises I was able to make, although when I quipped ‘I bite if you hurt me!’ I must not have spoken clearly enough, because Maggie’s worrying response was. ‘Ah slave, four cavities require my attention’.

Thank goodness for the rubber bib. The Jennings gag does a fine job of keeping your mouth open and preventing you swallow. One minute Maggie was working around my teeth with a tool and a mirror, the next minute my mouth tasted very minty, there was no way I could spit and I could feel the dribbles coming on.

The gag eventually came out and I could just manage to swallow before cotton pads were stuffed behind my gums and Dentist Maggie recommended more intake of her special anaesthetic.

Things started to get a little too real as Maggie moved round to my left, plugged in her drill and dived into my mouth.

I really did believe Maggie was drilling my teeth. That all too familiar sound that vibrates through your skull as the dentist touches teeth. A quiet hum then a mind blowing sound massively magnified. You feel like screaming but that is dangerous with a live drill whirring away. Maggie’s gloved hands manipulated a retractor, making way for her drill to access the offending teeth. My bottom teeth were targeted first, something more to help with the pain, then on to the top set.

‘That's it slave. All done’. And all that remained was to complete the filling. ‘Oh no’, she jinxed. ‘I’m leaving your cavities open’. A final clean up job with the suction hose and her top class dentistry was complete.

It sounds rather odd, but because Mistress was happy I was never worried about what she was doing with my teeth and gums. What I do know is that I had arranged a tooth hurty appointment and if that was how Maggie wanted to deal with her slave’s problem then I accept that. And also strange, my unfilled cavities didn't hurt at all! 

Maggie peeled back my dental bib and spent a little time on my nipples, making full sadistic use of their slightly increased size and teasing me with other things she might like to do with the dental implements she had used today.

The dental bib was rolled down a little more and my Dentists’ attention was now focussing on my cock. Taking it in her gloved hands I was told that it would look much nicer with her suction tube inserted in it and she went off to see if she could find where she had put it.

Despite the threat of sticking the suction tube up my cock, I knew it was that long sound that was making the journey and felt the results of its cool steel bumps being gently guided down my pee hole. Well lubed, my cock seemed to just suck it in. Mistress guided it, but my internal muscles just pulled and pulled. All the time Maggie was really milking me and enhanced by some very seductive talk, Mistress literally milked her slave whilst the sound was still in place. Never have I been so excited by a visit to the dentist, and although I did try to alert her it was no use and I just exploded.

As for the dentistry, Mistress Maggie whispered in my ear that it was a very good role play. The drill had not touched my teeth, the drilling sound was created by vibration on the metal probe, the amalgam was spearmint flavoured toothpaste and of course she wouldn't shove an unsterilised anything down my cock.

I have to admit the aromas and green goggles can play strange things with a slaves mind and during the operation I thought if Mistress Maggie wants this then I'm happy.

Hmm I wonder? Should I book another 2.30 appointment?

WARNING: This 3.40 minute clip of dental roleplay has audio -

Outer Limits

There is nothing wrong with your screen. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. Mistress Maggie is controlling transmission. If Mistress wishes to make it louder, she will bring up the volume. If Mistress wishes to make it softer, she will tune it to a whisper. Mistress will control the horizontal. Mistress will control the vertical. Mistress can roll the image, make it flutter. Mistress can change the focus to a soft blur or sharpen it to crystal clarity. For the next hour or so, sit quietly and Mistress will control all that you see and hear. We repeat: there is nothing wrong with your set. You are about to participate in a great adventure. You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the inner mind to – The Outer Limits. That is the strange sensation I experienced when I received the calling mail -

'Tomorrow your rubber Mistress will be training you in the essentials of Egyptology.'

Nothing strange so far you may think, but if I tell you that in the period since my last session I had almost exclusively been browsing the internet for mummification videos, purely for research I hasten to add, when my calling mail arrived from my Mistress I really wondered if she had a direct Wi-Fi link into my brain. How come after two weeks research on mummification does my owner produce the exact scenario I’ve been viewing?

Even more macabre was Maggie's matter of fact explanation of where she intended to take me;

1. Remove breath from slave with plastic
2. Conduct medical autopsy
3. Mummify slave with film and rolls of electrical tape
4. Insert sound, check if slave has arrived in heaven

. . . and possibly leave me for eternity for some archaeologist to discover in a few centuries time.

What is this strange form of mummification? Electrical tape wasn't around for the Egyptian mummies so it must be early 21st century? Oh well we'll gently cut it here and . . .

Back to the inner mind and something not quite so surreal. Mistress had adorned her legs in a pair of laced long black thigh boots and I spent a very happy time worshipping those perfect legs. Down to the heels, a long slow lick punctuated by as many kisses I could fit in and down again. It wasn't long however before Mistress needed to progress her slave towards the outer limits of her Egyptian plan.

The plastic bagging was to make sure I was as near mort as she could manage without actually losing her slave. I know it is going to come back to haunt me but I do like to gaze at my owner as she allows the oxygen in my little pod to depreciate, there is no benefit in being greedy with the available air so slowly does it, and its always a comfort to know that Mistress will stay by my side as I begin to struggle for breaths.

Somewhat of a dilemma for her victim today. With my wrists tightly secured to my balls there were only two ways to go, well three if Mistress really wanted to dispose of her slave, but two realistically; beg for air or rip my balls off trying to free myself from the situation. As a consequence of Mistress relenting in response to my desperate pleas for freedom, I managed to keep my balls and was ready for item 2 from the list, the autopsy. If Mistress wants me to play dead, then play dead I will.

Laid out on the slab I was instructed in no uncertain terms not to move. Mistress carefully positioned a towel across my abdomen and explained to me what was about to happen in her autopsy; swabs, hair follicles, nail slivers etc but what was alarming was she proceeded to mark out my chest area ready for looking at my internal organs. Momentarily that threw me. Maggie wouldn't open up her slave... would she? That thought, however fanciful and far fetched caused real havoc for this 'cadaver' and I think you may be able to detect the onset of rigor mortis under the towel. Well that was my excuse as Nurse Maggie giggled a little and reminded me that I must keep still!

This was starting to get way too real. Imagine what impact it had on my already unruly cock when she pulled back the towel, eased back my foreskin, clamped it in place with a pair of clamps and then started to gently swab all round, both inside and out for the first DNA sample. ‘Keep STILL slave!’ became a virtually impossible request as my manly bits were being man handled by my beautiful pathologist Mistress.

I of course could rarely see how beautiful Mistress was looking, because the clear latex hood I was wearing for the autopsy was anything but clear. The small holes at eye level were a few millimetres off line and all I could manage was an occasional glimpse of Mistress through one small hole, that treat was restricted too when the pillow supporting my head was placed under my back instead, apparently to give a more realistic dead pose. With her pair of tweezers Mistress then removed a hair follicle sample from under my left arm pit, placing it in a petri dish to be checked for disease. Note to self; make sure I clean off all body hair before my next session.

The final piece of the postmortem was to take a small piece of toe nail. This caused some amusement because unknown to Maggie, it had only been two days prior to my autopsy that I had visited the podiatrist and had all my nails trimmed. Nevertheless, where there’s a will there’s a way and Maggie moved her scissors from one toe to the next until she finally cut off a suitable sliver to add to her sample collection.

Once satisfied that she had poked, picked, snipped and tidied up her 'cadaver’, Mistress shoved an inflatable and vibrating plug up my bum to aid my passage into the afterlife, and announced that it was time to preserve her slave for posterity. To ensure my lithe, slim, muscular, young body would remain in as near perfect condition as it was, the plan was for three layers of mummification. In reality I think Mistress was more likely to call my body fat, old, unfit . . . but as always I can dream.

Back in the mummification room we positioned the bondage plank which would become my final resting place, and I was squeezed into my heavyweight latex catsuit. A quick yet effective wrap of cling film was applied just in case the tape and latex were incompatible and so Mistresses slave was about to become Mistresses mummy.

A beautifully smooth mummy and a beautifully smooth Mistress.

With a broad sweep of her arm Maggie showed me the rolls of electrical tape that she would be using and in the same motion invited me to sit for the first lengths of tape to be applied. As I had seen in my research, these were over the shoulder to around the nipple line. Strip after strip of the inch wide tape was applied in a methodical and incredibly precise layering until it looked like I was wearing silver armour.

The winding continued. This time round my substantial girth. Each layer being accurately positioned to overlap the previous binding, smoothed out, no gaps and getting tighter.

Two things happened during this phase of the mummification. The first occurred when Maggie began a full head mummification, but my personal limitations with the narrow electrical tape round the neck became apparent. Mistress gave it a good try out, but it was proving unrealistic for me to have my neck taped for an extended amount of time. Maggie realised that too tight a neck would result in either her slave becoming an actual cadaver, or at best being uncomfortable to the extent that I would have to beg for release before the taping was completed. Being an incredibly practical Mistress, Maggie already had a plan B and produced the lovely pewter latex hood, worn with my slave collar this combination provided a very passable colour-matched head covering for her mummy.

The second happened whilst I was sitting on the edge of the bed, quite happily enjoying the torso mummification. Because the tape was narrow I had to sit still and upright for longer than my body would allow, as Mistress turned away to get another roll of tape her unsupported slave gradually keeled over like a capsizing ship and ended on my back draped over the very comfortable latex bed. After two hefty blows with a whip I was soon back up to a sitting position, but as I have said in the past, my owner knows when I am struggling with an exercise and helped me onto the plank to finish off my legs, feet etc

Oh what a change in comfort levels once I was prone on the plank. They say a good stout plank is good to ease backache and it certainly was, plus I got a latex pillow on which to rest my head. Once again I was really happy to lay there as Maggie wound round and round my legs then taped my body to the plank. Whilst taping my torso she leaned over me to pass the tape under the plank and each time I could feel the warmth of her sensual body through the insulation tape, the only bit of me that could move grew just a little with each pass. I was being meticulously wrapped, each layer being carefully placed and carefully smoothed until totally and tightly secured to the plank and finally laid to rest.

Unlike gaffer tape mummification which I have done with Mistress in the past, electrical insulation tape has slightly more give. It offers tightness, moulds more smoothly and has a super lustrous shine. Mistress walked around me viewing her new mummy, passing her warms hands over the odd wrinkle here and there and adding short pieces of tape to the smallest exposed areas, all the time checking that her mummy was OK in this very tight situation. And oh boy was I alright!

A seasonal touch to a well insulated slave.

Some time went silently by before Maggie re-appeared and I started to feel that distinctive touch around my groin as she gently cut the tape and freed my cock and balls. Her mummy was to be bejewelled with bright steel items that would accompany me and hopefully bring me joy in the afterlife. I sensed some tight binding being wound around my scrotum, then the heavy ball weight that I had spotted sparkling on her counter during my last session came out to play. The weight was soon attached, ‘you can take this one for being nosey’ said Mistress, and her actions left my balls in the tightest of embraces. Not quite finished though. Another steel item that Mistress had displayed in her tweets, alongside the ball weight, was one very very long curved and ribbed sound.

The picture doesn't give any impression as to how long the sound actually is, but as I lay there luxuriating in my heavy binds and feeling Mistress gently inserting its tip, my cock just seemed to suck it in. All Maggie needed to do was hold it upright and the whole length; ribs, curved end and a foot of solid medical grade steel was gobbled up by a very hungry cock. As Maggie gently eased it in and out I exploded around the sound. I strained in my tape heaven but all I could do was enjoy that sensation and let out a very contented series of moans. ‘And that's for being nosey as well!’ Mistress had planned the mummification as my Christmas present and had even added a seasonal embellishment of snow flakes on her very happy and very controlled mummy.

I may regret saying this but I think I would like to experience the full weight of the magnetic ball weight in a 'normal' upright position, when working in the Playroom or dangling from the rafter ring or suspended from the overhead frame, or even next time Mistress Maggie allows me the privilege of accompanying her on a trip to the wide world.

Thank you Mistress for another wonderful year of new experiences and servitude to the most perfect owner, and for taking me to those Outer Limits.

N.B. - 6 rolls of narrow electrical tape were required to mummify me.

My Bakers Dozen

During one of my very pleasant email exchanges with Mistress Maggie, I had innocently strayed into that minefield that is women's emancipation and equality. I had absolutely no idea that I had inadvertently disappointed my Mistress with a derogatory remark until I received the consequences for my carelessness during this session.

Once more I was making my way to Mistress’ chambers; ambling along the pavement mulling over the meaning of life, or more precisely that part of my life relating to Maggie’s calling mail where she had indicated,

Fantastic shot of my rubber Mistress and dildo

‘Your Mistress will be in black latex ready to teach you something about roles and giving you some very big surprises.’

I thought I may be reminded of some of the various roles that Maggie expects her slaves to perform; toilet slave, plaything, pet, vehicle for venting anger etc. As for the big surprise, I pretty much knew that my surprise might come in the form of an electro dildo that Maggie had recently received. It looked rather large in the photo she had posted on Twitter, but not as large as the excess postal charge she had paid to have it delivered.

I was in buoyant mood and had put on my new latex leggings for travelling to the Chambers, eager to show them off to Maggie and get her opinion. Wanting to reimburse Maggie for the postal charge she’d had to pay I had taped a packet with the exact money in to the inside of the leggings, to give her a nice surprise as I modelled them.

However Mistress stole my thunder and took my breath away in one fell swoop. As the door to the Chambers opened, I was beckoned indoors and led to the Playroom by Mistress in full black rubber with her electro dildo ready for use. Stroking her dildo Mistress told me that it was my turn to take delivery of the dildo now and I should hand over the import duty. I was left sheepishly retrieving the taped change rather than letting Mistress find the surprise package. It was the thought that counted but it didn't achieve the smiles and laughter from my Mistress that I had hoped for.

Prominently displayed in the bathroom as I shed my outdoor clothes 

Mistress had chosen what I should wear for session and with my catsuit laid out on the bed I was dispatched to the bathroom to prepare. I noticed a sign pasted on the wall there, but I still had no inkling of the mine I had stepped on even though the words Thwack, Thwack, Thwack were prominently visible.

Returning to the Playroom where Mistress was quietly sitting, I began the worship of her black patent laced boots, the ones which end just below her beautiful knees.

These are a complex pair of boots to worship and need much careful manipulation of the tongue, with many eyelets and boot laces to navigate to ensure total coverage. Unlike the red thigh highs from my previous boot homage, long licks to the knee had to be planned with this pair so as not to bang my head on Mistress’ fearsome looking dildo.

On one of my journeys upwards towards the forbidden territory above the boots, I encountered the end of the neatly tied laces, which were quite ticklish to my nose even inside my latex hood. I gave them a clean and kiss but it didn't half tickle, and combined with the clubbing from the dildo on the top of my head I giggled. Mistress asked what on earth I was doing, but was unimpressed by my explanation that the boot laces formed part of the footwear and I couldn't explain the giggles!

Maggie pulled me in close to begin lecturing me about ‘roles’, or perceived gender roles to be more precise. Never in a month of Sundays had I imagined that the comment about roles related to a thoughtless quip I’d made about home cooking. I would like to say that we had a meaningful conversation, but it was more of a monologue from Maggie punctuated by the occasional grunt from myself, to acknowledge that my comments were insensitive and that I required remedial training in the form of a good caning.

The case had been presented, Judge Maggie had deemed it proven and passed the sentence of 12 strokes of the cane. My defence was non existent and of course sentence was accepted. Ah that is why the Thwack Thwack Thwack notice in the bathroom; alerting the victim to their fate. How's that for forward planning!

A bit like the hanged man attaching the rope to the scaffold, I had to lift and position the executioners bench myself and locate it so, 'I can achieve a good swing’. I made a half-hearted attempt to interfere with Maggie’s back swing by placing the bench under the overhead gantry, that didn't work at all and as I lay crosswise on the horse I received my punishment.

1. . 2 . . and after each stroke I had to recite 'I made a big mistake. I have to be punished’. . 7, 8 . . I made a big mistake. . 10, 11, 12 . . punished and now I could relax.

Nope. I felt the familiar ranging tap, tap, tap of the can against my buttocks and the swish of the cane in its arc towards its target and for the thirteenth time heard and felt the explosion of the mine across my backside. 'That's for being stupid with my boot laces'.

A couple of moments respite for me to return from the dead and Maggie moved quickly on to another testing situation that had me more actively acquainted with the overhead gantry.

Mistress fixed me into her stout leather harness, attached the suspension chains and finishing with hanging leg stirrups, I was hoisted up. The stirrup attachments were a masterful stroke, allowing the legs to be relatively easily raised and lowered, separated or closed together. In any event, it gave easy access to my zips!

With the rubber tusk mask fitted I was limited to breathing through a hose, but aromas could be administered easily, I could see fairly well through its small round eyes and with a head harness strapped on over the top of the mask, my head could be comfortably supported at any desired height. Unfortunately, with my head secured, all I could then see was the overhead ring in the ceiling but it felt like the perfect suspension position. I could relax and gently swing and Maggie seemed happy with her slaves orientation.

It felt a bit like being a car on a service ramp. Mistress could have my nuts tightened or nipples oiled and repaired, or even full electrical diagnostics! Perhaps I shouldn't be giving Mistress such ideas as she is inventive enough. As it was, it was my exhaust pipe that needed looking at and Maggie greased up my arse and gave it a good servicing.

Testing over, it was time for me to be moved into the White Room where, securely strapped to the couch, Mistress zipped me into an anaesthetic hood and prepared to administer more relaxing aromas. Still armed with her new dildo her treatments were being aimed at my arse, and to avoid the dangly bits getting in the way, they were bound up with plastic bandages. Mistress then took both bandaged balls in her hands and pulled them hard. Well, I suppose they have to be checked to see how dangly they are capable of becoming!

Gloves were donned for a good finger examination followed by half a tube of slippery lubrication for another attempt at a fisting. We are not quite there yet, but some time soon and I was sufficiently opened for some deep penetration with her strap-on as a warm up to an ‘all import duties paid’ special delivery.

Taped out of harms way.

Ah, or should that be Aahhhhh! - I could finally say hello to the new electro infused dildo. More of the slippery lotion was squeezed from the tube and injected up my bum, electro pads were attached to my genitals and Maggie was ready and wired for her electro-bum experiment to begin.

With the help of aromas my anal muscles were ready. Slowly and gently the large black invader slid in, all the way to where the attached wires prevented further ingress. Then a real surprise as Mistress turned on the electrastim.

The sensation I was receiving was strange, quite tingly and so very pleasant that I could not help myself demonstrating my pleasure in an audible way. Maggie appreciates feedback on any new toys so I did write to explain my thoughts on my electro strap-on experience.

‘The sensation was a gentle tingling round the anus and you do have scope to ramp up the voltage a bit - not to cock and balls otherwise you will end up reattaching and stitching them back on!’

A nice tight and tidy set of captive balls

Probably a comment that will come back to bite and after today’s thwacking example, one that may be taken down and used as evidence . . .  Oh well, I have promised always to be honest with my Mistress so damn the consequences.

In a mood for more fun, Mistress looked at my flagging cock and balls and decided a splint would be needed for her planned sounding activity.

A splint? - Of course I couldn't see and to be perfectly honest by this stage I was in a euphoric state, nothing apart from my stunning Mistress mattered. Mistress’ imaginative mind had produced the perfect cock splint from her medical arsenal. Never in my most imaginative moments would I have thought that a speculum could be used as a splint for a sagging cock, but secured in place with a length of rope it proved to be a most useful support.

Study of my larger guiche, recently fitted by my Mistress

I barely felt the sounds as they deeply penetrated my upstanding member, Mistress kept inserting them until I had four nestling inside me, then she turned on her vibrator to make them rattle and vibrate. I could definitely feel the sensations now and I am absolutely certain that my Mistress has a sadistic streak, because only someone with those tendencies would keep her slave right on that 'edge’.

Another quick squirt of aromas, the gentlest of touches on my captive balls and I was off into dreamland again, wondering how Mistress may use her speculum next! Perhaps as an electrode to shock her slaves? Mmm, I am sure that is not a new thought to Maggie.

After all the hard work I had put in during this session, Mistress rewarded me with a long cool drink of her specially chilled wine. Maggie, with that wonderful smile that lets the slave know that he is in for a real treat, set up a drip bag filled with amber nectar (not Fosters, that tastes like piss). She looked fantastically attractive as she wheeled her IV stand around the couch to feed me.

For the last time for today at least, the aroma tube was removed from the anaesthetic mask and replaced with a drinking tube. I was just ready for my well earned refuelling and all that was offered was gratefully received.

I sucked greedily and consumed probably half of the contents before the flow stopped. Was Mistress playing a final mind game? Nope! Her chilled wine had not long been out of the freezer and all that was left in the bag was a large ice cube. I tried blowing to get some warm air to melt my drink, I tried sucking even harder. That brought back happy memories of when I had performed the same suck when Mistress was wearing her piss pants, that caused quite an amount of amusement. But to suck harder brought no extra reward for this frustrated slave today.

That brought my training for the day to a pleasant conclusion and as often happens, Mistress allows me to help with cleaning up the mess I have made. The simple tasks like floor cleaning, fetching and carrying for Maggie, help with washing all the latex, that sort of thing, we like to leave the Playroom and Clinic in good nick ready for Maggie's final clean up later on. I have learnt a lot about the scrupulous cleaning regime that Mistress Maggie adopts by helping her with the cleaning.

‘Here slave, you can take this bag of frozen piss home if you like’. A gesture that I jumped at and in a quiet moment on the Saturday night when the cube had defrosted but the contents remained chilled, I slowly sipped the remaining drink, toasted my Mistress and said a quiet thank you. I know some people prefer a G&T, but on this occasion I had the best drink in the world.