The Yokes on Me!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Last of 25

There was not too much information in the calling mail from Mistress yesterday;

Pack your kit bag with your red catsuit and black accessories and your trusty butt plug.

However, if you use the fact that it is our last session before Christmas, the time of year when a famous man wears black boots, gloves and a bright red suit, what was I to guess? The logical conclusion is Father Christmas, and I wondered if Mistress Maggie might be repeating what she did in 2017 and dress her slave as a rubber Santa?

This however was only a guess and many of those have rarely proven right for this stupid slave. I will have to wait; wend my way through traffic lights, park up and knock at The Chambers door and... only then would I find out what delights my Mistress has in store for her very willing slave.

It turns out I was not to become Santa Clause for 2025, but I did think all my Christmases had come at once when Mistress opened the door and I caught sight of what she was wearing. Well, to be more precise, what she wasn’t wearing. The transition from light outside to the lower light in her hall left my eyes straining to understand exactly what I was seeing. I did determine elements of a nurses uniform, translucent apron, ruched black top with puffy shoulders and a strappy black little number that almost qualified as a skirt, all in latex of course and teamed with her bright red PVC thigh boots. What really threw me was trying to work out what her derriere was covered in, not to mention the very tantalising view of the rounded silhouette of Mistress’s breasts that were almost peeking out from under her apron, sufficiently for me to gather that they were naked.

I was salivating somewhat as I followed Mistress upstairs. Mistress stopped a couple of times and I wondered if that was the cue to find out what was covering those beautiful buttocks. I didn’t lean to kiss them but in the light of the staircase it became obvious that Mistress was actually wearing NOTHING over her derriere, what I’d thought was a thin, transparent covering in the dark was actually a wonderful image of alabaster cheeks, and it was probably a wise decision not to plant a kiss on her bare bum!

On reaching the Playroom my luck changed. I received the bollocking of my life akin to the howler from Mrs Weasley in Harry Potter. I wont go into the details of my misdemeanours, suffice is to say I thoroughly deserved being reprimanded. I was told that I should receive a good, deserved, thrashing, one that definitely wouldn’t fit comfortably into her schedule today, but I should be prepared to receive my harsh punishment on a more suitable occasion. I was relieved to escape the immediate thrashing, but very humbled to know that my actions had so upset my owner. This was all before the start of the session and before I was calmly told to leave my red suit on the bed to air in the warmth, and to return from the bathroom in my socks and gloves. I was, of course wearing my slave collar to top off the black latex.

Under instruction I worked really hard at licking, kissing, stroking and worshipping every inch of the red boots that adorned Mistress beautiful legs. There was a lot of boot to clean and I actually enjoyed the fact that my arse only received a firm cropping to encourage activities.

On with the red suit now, and once again I didn’t need to bother Mistress as it just slipped easily without any talcing. Taking care to do up the wrist and ankle zips I was able to stand and present a tidy, red rubber toy for Mistress’s approval, a bloody cold one, but one of the delights of wearing this material is that it soon warms up, and it did. Mistress inspected me from top to bottom and changed the position of my nipple zips; a bit ominous I thought, as each pair of zipper pulls were adjusted so they sat exactly atop my nipples where they could be so easily accessed.

‘Where’s your plug, slave?’, Mistress asked.

Oh no, I feared I’d forgotten to bring it! A quick trip to the Bathroom allowed me to rummage through my perv bag where I thankfully found it. Returning clutching my little red invader I placed it on Maggie’s counter.

‘Over the horse slave’.

Bent over with zip open to expose my arsehole, in went my plug. I silently counted as its three ribs passed my sphincter, nice and easy and leaving me feeling full. Zipped in place I stood to attention waiting the next instruction. I didn’t have to wait long and it came as a surprise. I was once again instructed to bend over the Horse in a way that I could support my body along its length. Before I could scream Mistress delivered three hard strokes with a stout cane. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. And that was it.

‘I couldn’t resist’, said Mistress. ‘Let’s hope that that short example has taught you what to expect when I have a better opportunity to punish you properly!’

I was to thank Mistress for the deserved thwacking and we moved on, literally. I was led by my collar through to the Clinic for my treatment to begin. I immediately focussed on the red hood that had been commented on in a recent mail exchange and I thought to myself, this is going to be another really fun session. It didn’t take long for me to be wearing the cannula of Maggie's husbands superb invention that would be used for aromas delivery, a couple of pieces of tape retained the cannula to prevent it being disturbed while the double layer hood was gently fitted, and things were looking decidedly rosy. The face covering was left open and although the view was somewhat restricted I was able to gaze at my wonderful Mistress.

And so to the business end. The crotch zip was gently eased open along with an instruction to shuffle down towards the edge of the couch. An instruction that sounded decisively like a good pegging was about to materialise, so I waited in great anticipation! 

The first operation saw my cock and balls extracted through the created opening and tied in a tight harness with a short piece of rope. Naturally I couldn't see the process, but I have experienced this on so many occasions that I could visualise the activity. Basically, the harness was a means of separating my balls before they were bound individually and tied off around the base of my cock. There is something truly orgasmic from this action and yet another sign of who exactly is in charge.

By this stage I had already been securely strapped down to the couch; 3 straps across my body and wrists shackled and attached to the couch. Given how I love to steal a stroke of Maggie’s latex covered curves at the  least opportunity, the bondage caused me somewhat of a dilemma. I had relative freedom to move my arms, but only in an arc, it made it virtually impossible to make contact with Mistress even when she was close to me.

Mistress stood beside me and reached out to my roped up cock and balls with her sensual latex covered hand, quietly playing with me for a good amount of time. Then her other hand joined in and I was fortunate to receive a mouthful of Mistress’s latex covered fingers, so though I was unable to touch, there was no doubt that my mouth and genitals were well tended to with rubber. 

Ah, I was not to receive a pegging but a good seeing to with a huge black rubber cock, and what’s more, I must lubricate it myself. A rubber condom was applied and the big dildo inserted into my mouth, in it went, deeper and deeper, but never quite enough to cause a gag reflex. I was also just able to see Mistress’s fantastic breasts that either by design or by accident had worked their way around the sides of her apron and Mistress made it quite obvious that she was teasing her slave. She knows I love her body and kept them in sight but out of touch. Meanwhile, down below, it took a lot of willpower not to explode as Maggie gave my wand a long, magical massage. Oh! far more frustration but, Maggie knows exactly how to frustrate this slave! I wonder if Harry Potter had his wand . . .

What a thing to think about in the midst of superb cock massage. As yet I had not been offered a single sniff of aromas, but I understand this was quite deliberate on Maggie's part, because without the aromas my erection is sustained for a longer period.

Now I had finished lubricating the BBC (Big Black Cock, nothing to do with the TV channel!), Mistress supplied me with a heavy dose of her pumped elixir and diverted her attention to inserting the BBC up my bum.  It started very gentle to fill the space recently stretched by my own plug. This time it penetrated way, way deeper than it had done orally and Mistress made sure it gave me a real good f*cking, one that could have led to another embarrassing situation had Mistress not stopped at the right time. I feel so lucky that Mistress has an amassed knowledge of my sexual libido and when to stop and start stimulation!

I don't recall having seen the next piece of equipment, perhaps it was a new toy? It was a very effective gag that was strapped on top of the still open hood I was wearing. It proved comfortable and easy to breathe through until a rather large, rubber bladder was attached. This time I was not going to even attempt bypassing the rebreather despite it being totally unyielding. No matter how much I tried naturally inflating it the balloon would not stretch, so I was left inhaling/exhaling into the bag. Maggie always takes delight in the sight of a rebreather bag being used properly. I may just have redeemed myself with this rebreathing exercise!

As a reward Maggie said she’d allow me extra puffs of aromas delivered through the cannula. True to her word, after a short break Maggie zipped up the front of the hood and allowed me several good puffs. It is a strange sensation, because this hood acts as its own rebreather and that means that instead of breathing out the aromas and it dissipating into the atmosphere, you get the opportunity to re breathe some of the exhaled aromas. More bang for your bucks you might say.

My genital bondage was removed now and Mistress brought out a series of super stretchy silicone bands. There was a little discomfort as these were secured around my cock and balls, leaving the area in their tight grip, conductive loops were incorporated into the arrangement and a while later conductive pads were placed in nearby areas of my groin, creating a diverse mix of sensations when Mistress turned her electrics on. The circuit connected to my cock was rhythmic and VERY frustrating. It pulsed for just long enough to excite then . . .  stopped! The circuit attached to my ball area was altogether more demanding, although it was pulsing it felt like a 100 little needles all massaging quite a large area around my groin.

When happy with her slave’s response to her stimulation, Mistress moved her attention to a different area. I’d received a goodly dose of aromas during the stimming which had had a relaxing effect on my sphincter, providing her with opportunity to give my ass a more vigorous and deeper penetrating thrusts with the dildo. Using a moment’s pause in the thrusts, Mistress opened the hood and I did see her adding batteries to the dildo. Turned on to full power Maggie continued to ram home the BBC. Yet another experience that Mistress Maggie has allowed her slave to enjoy. Thank you Mistress.

Ah yes, about the title 'Last of 25'. Mistress is not training over the Christmas period and this is my last trip on my journey to becoming a better slave for 2025. I would like to wish anyone who has read this far, and in particular Maggie and her husband John, a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and I can now look forward to restarting my road to enlightenment in early January 2026.

Friday the 13th's Test and Exam

Today's festivities commenced with me licking, kissing and generally worshipping Mistress Maggie's rather nice, rather soft and very smooth white  PVC boots, until you reach the soles that is. I have commented in previous blogs on how well the treads on these knee boots are formed, and if like today I am instructed to clean the soles they do make licking a rough job.

By this time I had already changed into my red and black latex shorts, latex socks and gloves, as is usual Mistress gave me a few light strokes with her riding crop to 'encourage' my worship, even though encouragement isn't really necessary it keeps Maggie happy and I must admit the sound of the crop across my tight latex buttocks makes a very satisfying thwack, not to mention the heavenly sting as crop meets either latex or skin.

I suppose if I am following the chronology of today's events I should mention that the calling mail yesterday gave the broadest hint of what was to follow in this session:  

'Your nurse will be conducting a session that will hopefully send you home with a confident smile'.

For once I guessed 100% correctly when I concluded that Mistress was going to be performing a dental examination and operations on me. What remained unclear was the content or duration of the examination, but I allowed myself a pat on the back for assessing the calling mail correctly which is a pretty rare occurrence for me.

Speaking of pats on the back, thinking of the welfare of her subject Mistress had planned to help me with my poor spelling and it would be more than a pat on the back if I got it wrong. 

As I presented myself over the horse, Maggie slid my shorts down to give unrestricted access to my cheeks. I got the distinct impression that Maggie was not at all pleased with reading such rubbish in my blogs and emails, her annoyance landed fairly and squarely on both my naked buttocks with a beach shoe. If it wasn't so painful I might have laughed when she said she only had one beach shoe because that was all she needed! That must have been some feet, or should I say foot, finding just one sandal!

My spelling test consisted of six words which I was asked to verbally spell out:

mouth, ankle, cord, apologise, ecstasy, waist. 

There was little difference between my spelling them out on paper or spelling them verbally with my ass in the air, somehow I managed to get 50% wrong and my arse cheeks suffered appropriately. Even when I spelt apologise correctly, muttering that I had stopped putting 2 P's in it years ago when I had received a similar thwacking for getting it wrong. That did me no good, reminding Mistress of my previous transgression earned me even more thwacks and as I lay across the horse. I ended with rosy cheeks and a relieved smile when the beach shoe was finally put down.

I was then escorted through to The Clinic where I was given a latex operating gown in black and red to put on, Mistress then assisted me into an open faced hood along with a pair of dark glasses for eye protection. It was a good job I wasn’t planning on going anywhere as Mistress began strapping me down to the couch very securely. As a final level of protection, Maggie covered me in a latex dental bib and I was ready for my examination.

As I have come to expect, Mistress was meticulous in her safety preparations and actually saw her donning 4 new pairs of latex gloves during her operations. On reflection that might have been to provide some level of protection from being bitten by her slave! The examination was thorough, employing mirror, cheek retractor and descaling tools, followed by a hoover to get rid of any debris. A glass was presented to me and I was told to swill out my mouth with its contents. The mouthwash was not as expected, in fact it was Mistress’s fresh pee. I did as told and swished it round and round, savouring the flavour; essence of Mistress, before spitting it into an awaiting bowl.

Down to the real business end of dentistry. Fillings and drillings. First of all the gas anesthetic. I believe it was the poppers that were delivered through the anaesthetic mask although Maggie mentioned it was via her halothane set-up. I have no idea what that is as all I could see through the goggles was a dark green haze and the anaesthetic mask delivering my welcome dose of aromas. Perhaps I will ask what the halothane set-up consisted of, but at the time I was so deeply engrossed in my Mistress that the question alluded me.

Mistress was busy working on one tooth with her electric drill and giving me helpful advice on correctly cleaning my teeth and gums. As soon as she had finished with the drill I was given a demonstration on how to use a Jennings mouth gag, Mistress recommended one as part as my oral hygiene routine, as wearing one whilst brushing gives better access to hard to reach areas. She stopped at mentioning its effectiveness in keeping your mouth open AND gagging the patient too.

Mistress also needed to work on one of the rear teeth and stuffed the cavity between gum and cheek with several cotton rolls to reduce saliva, then started work once again with her electric drill. The cotton rolls appeared to have a mind of their own and kept popping out, returned, only to pop out once more. A second dose of suction rid my mouth of any gritty bits of teeth that the drill might have dislodged, and of course a second rinse with the pee. Just before the second mouthwash I did ask if I could rinse and drink and received a firm instruction, ‘NO. Spit it out!’

 

Keen to make further use of the dental instruments, they were all wiped down with disinfectant wipes and put on a sterile drape ready to be used in much more sinister operations. I would never have guessed that dental tools could be used at the other end of my body as electrodes for more of Maggie's electrickery.

Elastic bands were used to closely join the instruments into two pairs of electrodes, raising my rubber gown Mistress fastened them like tight clamps on different parts of my cock. With two electro-loops on my cock as well and two electro pads at the top of my legs I’d be having three stimming circuits bouncing around my nether regions. I wasn't wrong when I thought this experience would be pretty intense! A bit like artillery, Maggie did a couple of range finders to determine the starting range of her control boxes and over a short time ramped things up to 'interesting' levels. Fortunately, Mistress plied me with more aromas and I was able to manage with only a few ouches and moans. Covered with a green latex sheet I was left to fry for a while until Mistress was satisfied I had cooked enough.

When we finished I did comment to Mistress that she must be sweating heavily, because I certainly was and I was only lying down. To my surprise and delight, Maggie lay down on the couch, raised her operating gown and I was instructed to lick and clean her stomach where a good amount of sweat had collected. This was a true honour, one that I’d not been granted previously and starting with long slow licks I cleaned her skin, I then realised that to dry Mistress I would have to blow, so that I did in a gentle way all over her stomach area. Thank you for that real treat Mistress.

Afterwards we had a little time to spare and once again I was able to revel in helping Maggie with cleaning the latex and The Clinic.

As a final comment I should mention that Mistress is an expert in role play and this dental examination was incredibly life like and although I didn't really have my teeth drilled or filled I could well have believed I had! Mistress Maggie draws the line at that aspect (I think).

Warning: this 02:07 dental hygiene clip has audio

Warning: this 02:19 dental treatment clip has audio

Warning: this 2:18 unconventional dental treatment clip has audio