Retribution

I am disappointed to have to admit to falling below the high standards that Mistress Maggie expects of her slaves and I paid the price for that slovenliness with several good thwacks from one of Mistresses stout canes. It also set the little grey cells whirling and the germ of a theory concerning when I am due to be chastised is starting to develop.

I know that over a period of time even the most dedicated of slaves commits misdemeanours and these have to be accounted for. The problem is that I can never tell when the misdemeanours accumulate to become a felony. (Apologies for the American terminology but the definitions fit exactly the problem). My theory starts at the notification email and in this case it contained no guidance, nothing, zip...

'I will leave your session content as a mystery …'

Mistress knows when I need a good caning but she is too considerate towards her slaves to worry them unnecessarily and so gives nothing away. My recent misdemeanours included failing to perform in a recent breath play scene involving a plastic bag, being late with posting a blog, poor formatting of said blog, taking Mistresses butt plug home up my bum etc… I certainly deserved the punishment and yes I would have been a little concerned if the calling mail had said your arse is going to receive a good caning tomorrow. Going forward I shall continue to monitor the theory, because in the future I will no doubt be due another punishment. Anyway, back to the content of the session.

Mistress greeted me into her Chambers wearing a black latex leotard that accentuated her rather nice bottom, the red corset and what can only be described as her handlebar hood with tasselled latex appendages. All this, together with black stockings hooked on to a good number of visible suspenders, made Mistress look incredibly inviting, yet there was still no reference made to the stinging arse I was about to receive. In the Playroom a little housekeeping was required to replace the existing heater with the more powerful one that we retrieved from the adjacent room. It was a rather chilly afternoon and Mistress instructed me to change into my red latex socks and gloves in the Playroom and still no inkling as to the beating that was forthcoming.

I should have guessed that Mistress had something extraordinary planned as I cleaned and worshipped those wonderful legs, because each time my butt came in range I received a splat with her cane rather than the normal paddling I’d  receive from a crop. I was also given a thwack when I couldn’t state how many studs I'd licked on each boot. I panicked with this unexpected question, said 5 and got another thwack. There are actually 7 studs per boot for future reference.

I was then to be turned into what looked like a wallflower, well if a slave with a red latex hood and a toilet collar zipped round his neck equates to a wallflower. Anyway, after having the ruff fixed I was to ease my way under the toilet box and lay squarely on the drip tray ready to take a welcome infusion of what I hoped would be Mistresses nectar. Mistress had already taken measures to prevent her toilet from leaking by pushing a butt plug into my rectal pipe. I didn’t have long to wait, as the lid opened and Mistresses private parts gradually blocked out the light from the room, but not before I was able to gauge what direction the refreshment would arrive. After a few adjustments, I was able to capture the stream fully in my eager open mouth. I don't think Mistress wants to drown her slaves in piss and regulated her flow to start and stop two or three times. Strangely after each interruption to the flow, the next stream required further adjustment. Mistress had warned me she was busting to relieve herself, so this slave gratefully provided that relief.

Oh boy, was I satiated when Mistress finished and given the added bonus of being sent back under the pan to slurp up the considerable pool that had found its way to the drip tray. After my welcome drink, I was sent to the bathroom to tidy myself up and remove the ruff. As an aside, because of the incredible flow and lack of capturing accurately, some pee had seeped into the hood and around to my ear. A quick easing of the hood soon had that problem resolved.

Returning from the Bathroom it was on to a new position, bum in the air so Mistress could apply electrodes, one to each bum cheek and set off the strangest feeling that set my butt a tingling. Ok, so now I was advised that it wasn’t the only stimulation my backside was to receive and it was at this point Maggie reminded me of all the felonies I had committed and I would receive appropriate restitution for each one.

I had the ignominy of actually volunteering to retrieve the horse that was to be used to support my portly frame. Once over the horse and positioned so Mistress could deliver good hefty swings, I was ready for my punishment. Not quite the individual intense pain I experienced during the nippling of the last session but cumulatively it bloody well stung. Strange that the sensation caused by the electrodes titillated and actually enhanced the sensations caused by the multiple cane strikes. A couple more for good luck and I was banned from saying 'but' as it becomes an excuse for poor performance. 'There are no buts in a slaves' vocabulary', she said. (Apart from the butt plug …). 

Mistress removed my own plug so it could be replaced with a small black vibrating bomb, once in she set it to one of its maximum vibrate settings. It certainly helped take my mind off my stinging arse and by clenching my buttock cheeks and hence the internal muscles I could alter the tone of the vibrator, which I’m certain was quite audible from outside the confines of my body. Lower the tone by clenching and relaxing raised the tone. With a bit of practice I am sure I could have played a tune, Trumpet Voluntary perhaps? After the deserved chastisement, I rather gingerly helped return the horse against the wall with the vibrator a constant reminder of its location.

When I returned, it was time for my red latex catsuit to be donned. I really cannot thank Mistress enough for helping me to chlorinate the suit, as I was able to slide into it with only the minimum amount of a talc. It was so so different from when I last struggled into it and cannot recommend too highly the advantages of chlorination for latex. Again, thank you Mistress. However, I suspect in the past Maggie did appreciate helping her slave to don the suit. A final piece of apparel in the form of the large corset was fastened as tightly as Mistress could manage and my arms secured to the waist eyes in the corset. I could move my arms but no more than to the horizontal although even that limited movement was to be further restricted soon enough.

We were going to repeat some of the breath play exercises that I had failed and thus incurred misdemeanours in the past. Mistress had disconnected the electrodes on my bum cheeks, but my vibrating little friend was purring away continuously inside my suit as I was invited to seat myself on the strict wooden bondage chair that was in place near the back wall. Now, without the comfortable cushion, the chair is a hard, unyielding structure with a hole in the middle.

I thought it wise to make sure the plug was positioned over the hole and sat back to be ‘entertained’ as Mistress selected a few lengths of black rope to use for suitably immobilising her slave. Sat pinioned I observed Mistresses preparation with a little trepidation and a lot of excitement. I suspected a little aromas might be deployed and I was not wrong, out came the virgin plastic bag and Maggie taped a small pad inside the bag, to act as a reservoir for her intended aromas delivery. This time I was sitting on a sorry caned bottom and was determined not to let Maggie down like I did last time. Resolved that I would remain quiet for as long as Maggie needed to keep me breathless, the bag was slowly tightened round my neck and I sat immobile trying to take very shallow breaths and no exertion to use what little remaining air I had left.

I was gasping a little but determined not to let my Mistress down again and fortunately Mistress gauged it just right to bring me out into the fresh Playroom air. I hadn’t struggled, I hadn’t complained, I didn’t die and best of all, I think Maggie was pleased with this performance. So much so that she repeated the exercise with a little more umph to the abdomen electrodes that had been set pulsing before the bagging. Yes, I had 3 estim circuits playing havoc with my genitals! I jerked a little, I humped a little but I didn’t beg for air and once again, I think Maggie was a little pleased with my efforts and progress in training.

After the plastic we moved on to a more sustainable breathing exercise by introduction of that wonderful inflatable hood. Again I sat quietly as Mistress removed my red head and zipped on the inflatable. As it was gradually inflated, I did manage a good view through the mask ventilation hole and with judicious movement of the head was able to get brief glimpses of what Mistress was doing until the adaptor was fitted… along with the aromas pump hose… and finishing with the rubber rebreather bag. I still received a little illumination through the opaque adaptor, but of course saw no details, although that all changed when the breathplay began.

During my extended period of oxygen deprivation, I did receive a lot of personal illumination about how I really would do anything for my owner, and quite a highlighted version at that, as the aromas were being pumped. The rebreather has that strange effect of allowing me to rebreathe some of the aromas rather than venting straight into the playroom and at least added a scent to my bag of stale air, so all in all a very illuminating part of another excellent session, apart from my stinging arse of course.

Speaking of my arse, I was still trying to play a tune with the clenching and releasing of muscles while the vibrator was constantly buzzing away on full, but these buttock clenches must have moved the switch over something hard and the vibrations stopped. I told Mistress and we thought it was the batteries although the tests afterwards suggested there was plenty of power remaining. I will ask Mistress if I can investigate the remote control as it may be that that has no battery life left.

After two or three breaks for real Playroom air when the adaptor and rebreather was removed, the session gradually eased to its natural conclusion and Mistress released me from my bonds, removed all the electrics that had gravitated to my groin area and I was once more free. Well not exactly. I am never free when in the Chambers. I am owned by my Mistress and always subject to whatever whim or fancy is in Maggie's mind, after all, I have promised to willingly do whatever Mistress Maggie asks, immediately and without question and this time I remembered to remove that butt plug which was, by then a very comfortable addition to my wellbeing.

Thank you Mistress.

Caution: This 2:03min inflatable breathplay with estim clip has audio

Inflationary Pressures

Yes, another wonderful session on a Friday 13th and this type of inflation is definitely one that all self respecting rubber slaves should experience, but more of this later. 

It had been far too long since my previous training session. Last year in fact, at the beginning of December. In the intervening time I had all the normal Christmassy things to attend to, family, fun and games, Christmas dinner etc…   but on every day I was thinking about serving my Mistress. I must admit it did drag down my mood in what should have been a very merry period, but come the new year, my mood changed and gradually improved as my arranged session date with Mistress Maggie came closer.

When I arrived at the Chambers, Mistress greeted me wearing natural transparent latex shorts and blouse teamed with a black latex corset, nylon stockings, blond pony hood with a signature nurse cross at the top that hinted towards the session theme. A very attractive see-through nurse ensemble and as I eagerly followed Maggie upstairs to the Playroom, I could see the semi-loose latex shorts undulating and erotically moving between those two wonderful buttocks. I remembered my training and stayed a safe distance although I would have loved to bury my face in the valley.

Mistress was keen to have her rubber slave returned to my anonymous black rubbery form, ready to act once again as her plaything. It took virtually no time at all for me to return from the bathroom in latex socks and gloves and an equally short period for me to be fully rubbered in my Invincible black latex suit and comfortable latex mask.

I was all ready to begin at Maggie’s feet, cleaning and worshipping her footwear, however I was ordered on all fours onto the quilted rubber bed instead, which did seem a little strange and strayed from my regular routine. I was aware that Mistress had been having considerable trouble with her legs and I assumed that the bed move was to alleviate her leg problems. It was neither a concern or important that the routine was changed because - 

Rule 9 – Mistress may change her mind at any time.

As it happened it turned out to be a suitable position for butt plug insertion except… oh s**t, I hadn’t brought my red plug. It was not in my perv bag so I had assumed I had left it before Christmas. No, I hadn’t. Maggie looked in her normal storage space behind the curtain, where she always puts any lost/left property and pronounced, ‘It’s not here’. This didn’t phase Maggie, as quick as a flash she located one of her Playroom inflatables, slid it in a protective sheath, shoved it up a welcoming arsehole and pumped it up. Well that was one part of her slave not suffering from inflationary pressures!

In the meantime my mishap with the lost plug had earned me ten strokes of Maggie’s dragon cane, and now my bum was suitably bunged with more rubber I was to receive my punishment immediately. Fortunately my rubber suit is quite thick, but it didn’t stop the message getting through. I promised to find it and not forget it in future, and I have subsequently located it at home hiding under a cushion. 

On went a pair of wrist cuffs and with my arms raised Maggie attached her slave to the overhead suspension ring. Another ring put to good use was a spider ring gag; the type that holds your mouth open and creates streams of dribble. You cannot avoid this and all you can do is stand and let the saliva drain out. At least it was dribbling down my waterproof rubber suit. Then I understood why no footwear worship at the start. Mistress advised me that I would remain aloft for a while to generate sufficient dribble to actually give her shoes a good wash. Being a sandal style her shoes only consisted of a couple of patent straps, and once again finding myself on my knees I had plenty of flowing dribble to give both shoes a thorough wash and licking. Maggie was pleased with my cleaning standards and consequently further punishment was avoided.

Ah! Now the preliminaries were completed and the real meat of the session could get started. Maggie retrieved the inflatable straight jacket, which I have worn previously providing a very sensual experience. Strapped in securely but not yet inflated, I was led through to the Clinic where both nurse and patient were attired in the same latex colours and ready for more fun. I was instructed to sit on the transparent rubber drape that was covering the couch, by now I know the drill; place bum in the crook of the chair making sure my weight is centralised so as not to tip the couch when reclining. Sit down and rotate until I am lengthwise; laid back, safe and comfortable.

Three latex hoods were offered and I was asked which one I could manage. I chose what I believed might be the most challenging and thus please my Mistress. As I was wearing an inflatable suit, I opted for the inflatable anaesthesia model and hoped Mistress would be happy with my choice. As the hood was pumped up I could just see through the central hole of the mask, but my field of vision was so limited that all I could see was a small mark on the far wall, and that was through one eye only. Twist as I might I only got the occasional glance of the top of Mistresses headgear. 

The inflationary pressures continued when the straight jacket was inflated and this was a very satisfying experience too. The pump is quite noisy but it was muted by the pumped up hood. It is a strange experience having the suit gradually tighten over my upper torso. Just to be certain I wasn’t going anywhere Maggie tightened the couch straps, which further enhanced the feeling of constriction that was being provided by the suit. Mistress spotted what she thought was a mark on the transparent suit and tried to clean it away, only to find it was a small hole in the rubber which necessitated regular pumping to maintain the suits compression. I don’t think it overly concerned Mistress as she was able to turn the pump on and re-inflate me every now and then, and in a post session Tweet she had mentioned that it had been repaired.

Mistress prepared a treat for her slave and I could hear the tinkle of fresh pee into some receptacle. I couldn’t see, could only hear but the sound of fresh pee being produced is distinct, recognisable and another way to get my saliva flowing! The problem was the delivery tube wouldn’t sit correctly through the hole in the mask. When I eventually got the tube in place it blocked all airflow. Hmmm some choice eh! Drink and suffocate or simply go thirsty but breathe freely. Unfortunately, I had to opt for breathing, and maybe one of the alternative two hoods may have been a better choice, they do all have their pros and cons. Still Mistress whispered that her tasty nectar will be reserved for a future pleasure.

At this point, Mistress was moving into the next phase of her plan; CBT. And to help me through the situation a hose pump was plugged into my anaesthesia mask to facilitate aromas delivery. This rendered me totally in blackness, I could breathe easily but not one glimmer of light escaped into the hood. I have grown to really love the blackness when I know Mistress is going to work on her slave. It heightens the sense of touch as well as the restriction from the inflated straitjacket, and I could relish Maggie's touches as she first exposed my cock and balls then started to pursue her goal.

I wasn’t sure exactly what sensations I was experiencing around my groin. They were all very, very pleasant, interspersed with the occasion tweak or pinch as she progressed with her plan. My balls were definitely being tightened and something very pleasant had been inserted down my cock, then several remarkable sensations filled the area as multiple e-stim channels appeared to be operating. It wasn't until I could see the pictures that I was able to realise the complex nature of Maggie's plan. I think the experience is best described by quoting from Mistresses session notes that she kindly shared -

Allow the patient pumped aromas. 

Insert a curved beaded sound down his urethra. 

Add electro with a bipolar effect- 

Two loops around cock paired with blue pumps applied to balls with suction. After good amount of play with the sound swap it for an electro sound paired with a simple pad placed behind his balls.

Mistress is meticulous with her planning and although I cannot explain the fantastic effects generated by the above attention to detail, it does provide the physical explanation. I do remember Mistress warning me, ‘don’t you move a muscle', as she set about ramping up the electro levels. I tried my hardest to maintain total stillness while in my blinded and restricted predicament I could only fantasise what fun my Mistress was having, seeing her plaything struggling to fight the stimulation.

It was amusing that during the period I was supposed to remain still, Maggie said she had to take her shoes off because her poor legs had had enough of them, and thought it would be fun to belt out some extra rhythms with her shoe heels as further stimulation on my highly charged groin.

Eventually Maggie relented and kindly allowed me some generous aroma puffing, a little more power and instructions that I could now hump away to my hearts content. I did and it wasn’t long before the erotic pressure on my cock and balls was released, although strangely there was no physical evidence of ejaculation. But I knew I had cum and was quite drained.

I know in the past, Mistress has allowed me to have good vision of her for large parts of the session but now I think I have learned to accept and enjoy all the periods of total darkness that Mistress Maggie gives me. It highlights other senses and also shows absolute trust in my Mistress. She can do whatever she wishes. Don't get me wrong, I love being able to see my Mistress Maggie in action, but now I have been taught to enjoy feeling her in action.

2023 is going to be an excellent year.

Expunged and Inflated

Imagine the scene. I knock, and after an appropriate delay I am greeted, firstly with the sight of a big red dildo, then by a red latex clad beauty. Mistress Maggie was wearing a pair of tights composed of a really unusual material. It looked latexy and just like latex it certainly hugged her beautiful legs (lucky tights), yet it was not latex. The tights had a black sheen but certainly not as glossy as the brand new boots Mistress was sporting. All in all I started to drool at the sight of my beautiful dominatrix and this time I made no bones about trying to get close to that perfect derriere that was so teasing as we climbed the stairs.  

All sins expunged

The sight, sound and scent all reinforced why I am so devoted to Maggie. I think of my promise to my owner and reaffirm, silently, that I would do anything Mistress asks immediately and without hesitation. I really am under the spell of this mischievous, magnificent maiden. 

Oh, and by the way, I was a little apprehensive about the size of the dildo waving happily in my direction. It may just be that with it being bright red the girth was more visible than other black ones that have made their way up my bum, or was it truly bigger than my previous visitors? No matter, with any luck I would be able to gauge the size of Maggie’s new joy toy in the very near future.

After disrobing in the bathroom and returning in latex socks and gloves, I was given the opportunity to get up close and personal with the new boots. I did feel privileged when Maggie mentioned I was the first slave to be given the honour with the new boots and I worked doubly hard to ensure they remained sparklingly clean. I also was granted a couple of moments licking a small area of the black tights. They certainly licked like rubber and had I been blindfold I might have mistaken them for latex. There are a few tell tale signs that differentiate them; the smell, or rather the lack of latex smell, there is a slight 'material' feel on the tongue which isn't evident with  latex, but all in all they are a wonderful addition to my licking experiences. 

What was a little more of a concern was the matter of fact way that Maggie recounted a series of infractions that had occurred, and not necessarily since my last punishment, these were to be taken care of following my worship. Many times in the past I have been so engrossed with boot cleaning that I didn't want that part to end. On this occasion I was hoping that it wouldn't end because of the descriptions of what I was about to receive and why.

But alas, there was no way of escaping the strokes and I was un-ceremonially draped over the horse and lashed down with Maggie's white rope, tight enough to reinforce this was a punishment and not a sensual flogging. Punished as follows -

Beating with a leather butterfly crop, 12 strokes with it for a crackpot remark I had made on twitter

Over the knee spanking for sucking hard on the piss pants tube and sealing Maggie tightly inside them, meaning she had been unable to assess the success of her latest watersports setup back in July ’21, leading to 6 extra junior cane strokes for being cheeky about the sucking. At the time it was amusing but after the junior cane the remark was not so funny!

12 strokes with the senior cane for surreptitiously pumping aromas when not authorised way back in November ’19.

As this was a punishment, all strokes were delivered quickly, without hesitation and straight on the bare arse. Mistress may have a memory like an elephant but is always fair, and at the end of the punishment she did state all past sins were now expunged and the slate wiped clean (or was it whipped clean?).

Once again, I was relieved, or rather the heat in my ass was relieved when I was slipped quickly into my latex suit. The relief of the cooling rubber is really palpable and I breathed a sigh of relief as Mistress attached a lead and walked me through to the Clinic.

I clambered onto the centre of the couch in response to a barely perceptible gesture, which I am getting better at recognising due to my training, and instructed to slide down the couch so my ass was over the end and legs firmly up in the stirrups. I think I was about to be introduced to Big Red! 

I am a very lucky slave to be honoured with an incredible pegging by an incredible Mistress and after the initial shock when Big Red makes the first incision and slips through the sphincter, I was in heaven. To be well and truly taken in such a manner must rank as one of the greatest exchanges a slave can receive from his Mistress. Unlike the punishment this ended all too quickly, but as a reminder of my trip to heaven Mistress inserted the long string of anal balls. Four in total on a semi rigid stem, which result in approximately 12" of insertion up your back passage. Once in, the back zip was closed and the balls hidden safely out of sight.

I then helped Maggie with attaching the extension to the couch to allow me to lie almost flat, and once the extension was attached I was helped into a second latex suit. This was comfortable and of light construction and I thought it strange that Mistress would grant me this luxury as she guided me back onto the now flat couch and eased me into the inflatable hood. With a bit of adjustment and a little struggling, the hood was also able to accommodate an anaesthesia mask to allow nose breathing. This is an important innovation because without this, any aroma delivered would be into the mouth and this has proved less effective than nasal inhalation. At this point Maggie changed into her medical gown and I knew the 'operation' I had requested was imminent.

The inflatable hood was pumped up and a few puffs of aromas had me ready and relaxed for what was about to happen. Last time I suggested an operation so it could have been several options; needle work to stomach, needle work to nipples, catheter sewn into cock... Maggie chose to de-male me by sewing the end of my penis neatly away from view by covering it with my ball sack.

Naturally, as you would expect from such a professional, Maggie thoroughly cleaned the area of the operation before inserting the first suture. Regular infusions of aromas were offered and willingly accepted, maintaining a great calm that I was able to sustain through all 6 sutures. Being intimately handled by a fantastic surgeon results in a pathetic cock attempting to become a little less pathetic. The stitches soon put an end to that idea and I was still left with a pathetic cock, but this time straining for greatness that in its current predicament could never happen.

All pumped up with nowhere to go!

It hadn't registered until now that the second suit that I was comfortable wearing was inflatable to match the hood. I was soon made aware of this remarkable capability when Maggie attached the pump and things suddenly got a lot tighter. Mistress pumped and pumped but fortunately the strong couch straps contained a lot of pressure so it was snug but not huge. Every now and then, Maggie allowed me periods without the aroma tube, treating me to lungfuls of her own exhaled air instead. That was warm and very sweet and was indeed another little luxury I had not expected. 

It was a good job that I was securely strapped, because Mistress decided on some electrical fun with her electro drum brush coupled with an electro pad round where my cock used to be, and proceeded to beat out a quick tattoo across my sutures. I thought the punishment beatings hurt but this was almost unbearable. I tried to endure the sharp stabbing pains for as long as I could because I knew my discomfort was giving amusement to Mistress.

I have said in the past Maggie is not an out and out sadist and is aware of threshold levels that her subjects can endure. After a while I could tell from her voice that the idea of moderating her electric torture may have her somewhat disappointed, and my screaming died away to a low moan of satisfaction as her phone rang and there was a natural break in the excruciating pain. 

This used to be my c@@k!

The e-stim was only at level 10, normally a level I can accommodate, but I think the concentration of the electricity into the fine wire of the drum brush appeared to magnify the pain. As the call finished Mistress relented, having checked that the sutures were still in place she replaced the brush with a second electro  pad and all was well with the world.

It is so frustrating when your cock is so effectively sewn out of the way and your beautiful Mistress is gently stroking where your cock used to be, but I wouldn't exchange the experience for anything.

The final act from Mistress Maggie was to release all straps holding her slave in place and as she did so, I ballooned like a Michelin man. That tickled both of us and we closed the session in a happy frame of mind.

So, for next time, I suggested suspension isolation. Maggie has complete authority to interpret that as she wishes or to totally ignore. Watch this space and thank you Mistress for another exciting adventure.

Sometimes Truth Hurts

Although I have promised to always tell Mistress Maggie everything that is of concern or interest to her, today’s session did cast a fleeting doubt about telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, but despite the consequences I will continue with my current policy of full disclosure and the fleeting doubts have vanished. It all started when Mistress said the following in my calling letter on Thursday afternoon -

‘New information that I did not know of has come to light in a blog and your rubber Mistress is ready to take appropriate action.’ 

I had 24 hours to decipher this possibly very exciting message. I read and re-read several of the most recent blogs I have published and couldn't latch on to anything that would upset my Mistress, so it must be exciting for me!

Hmmm! Not exciting at all! - but more about that later. Mistress was covered head to toe in tight black latex when she greeted me, finished with a long ankle skimming skirt. I presented the confirmatory letter about a negative RLFT, had my temperature taken and passed her Covid test, by now the only thing making my temperature rise was the sight of Mistress in her stunning black latex. Mistress suggested I may like to raise the hem of her skirt to assist her mounting the staircase to the Playroom without catching her heels. No second bidding was required and I did manage to raise it a little higher than was absolutely necessary and I did get a peek of those fabulous legs.

The Playroom was warmish but we agreed that the heater might be better turned up a notch and I left Maggie warming up as I adjourned to the bathroom to return in my latex socks and gloves. It was at that point when my hopes and aspirations arising from my unidentified blog comment were put to bed. I was reminded that I wrote… Because my rubber layers were relatively flexible I was able to surreptitiously slide my hands to the front when Mistress wasn't looking,... Maggie had taken umbrage at my remark, that I had dared to attempt to play with myself in her presence and preferred to broadcast it to the world rather than seek her permission.

‘It seems to have escaped your mind that you are my slave', she rebuked. 'I decide what you do with your hands when you’re in my company and your cock and balls are mine to play with!’. I was ordered into the centre of the room and told to stand with hands out, one on top of the other whilst she turned round to retrieve a leather tawse and placed its tip at the centre of my upturned hand.

I looked in horror as she raised her arm and without any hanging back delivered the hardest, stingiest crack across my upmost hand. That really was an eye-watering blow and I must have flinched as I saw the first downward swing, because not only did it strike my palm, it caught my thumb as well. After that I thought it better to close my eyes, I certainly howled after the strokes were delivered but avoided any further flinching! Three to each hand, each one accompanied by a promise I truly meant, that I would never masturbate or attempt to wank in Mistresses presence again unless instructed otherwise. I shall continue to tell the truth because I have promised that to Maggie.

With my fully justified admonishment with the Lochgelly tawse completed normal service was resumed. There was still boot worship for me to do and while still on my hands and knees Maggie quickly moved on to my back hole insertions. A butt plug, not my own but an electrical one, was installed and held in place with a stout rubber harness, so I knew my anus was in for some fun. However, the toy was not producing the results that Mistress wanted and I ended up being stuffed with a deeply embedded pair of Kegel balls instead. Ramped up to a level 60 power setting on Maggie’s electro console they were soon performing perfectly to her (and my) satisfaction. 

By now my Invincible catsuit had reached a nice temperature and once Maggie had me sealed inside her Studio Gum system mask, her chosen hood for the day, she helped me slide into my suit. For the first time the five zipper configuration came into its own, Maggie was able to feed the electro leads through the first two zip pulls, leaving the remainder available for accessing cock and balls should Mistress want to. A very nice arrangement if I say so myself. 

Next it was into The Clinic where a thick straitjacket bodysuit was spread out waiting for me. I have been captured in this bodybag so many times, yet it still feels so good, especially being in two thick rubber layers with my own catsuit being underneath. The straitjacket styled arms fastened my arms to my collar and were forced into a bent elbow position with tight leather straps, a rubber gag was pushed into my mouth and clipped into place on the system mask, and electric pulses were racing round inside my arse. I felt really great as Maggie began taking total charge of her slave, all I could do or even want to do was to be in this position to provide Mistress with her rubber plaything slave. 

Then came the most rigid bondage I have yet to experience. The tightest being the leather strap across my eyes. Maggie tightened this to the extent that any attempted movement on my part only resulted in an ache across my eye sockets. Welcoming Maggie's attention to strictness I sensed that each of the straps securing me to The Couch was tightened and further tightened until I was just a dummy. The lights were dimmed, the door quietly closed and I was left all alone. I could breath, and I could think and for the next 20 minutes or so I did just that and thought constantly about my Mistress, her black beauty, her latex covered features with her tan coloured ponytail resting gracefully over her shoulder… 

Every so often I could just detect the feint swish as the door opened and Mistress quietly entered my silent, restricted world to check on her charge, tighten the odd strap and occasionally, if I was really fortunate, make the gentlest of caresses somewhere on my eager body before abandoning me in the dark again. Maggie latterly brought my mind into sharp focus as, during one silent encroachment I felt the zipper around my groin being slowly opened, on another she tied something delicate around my cock and balls, each visit working up to some stricter work on my exposed body parts and application of her cold steel ballstretcher.

Although I am a partly trained slave I am also a red blooded male human, and all this intermittent silent attention from my owner had the inevitable effect of a premature explosion. Whether it was the total immobility, the thought that I was absolutely under the control of a very beautiful dominatrix, the simple stimulation of attaching the ball stretching weight or just the fact that I perhaps should have relieved myself after the previous session or... Well I know I disappointed Mistress but I did experience the most explosive orgasm that left my balls empty and my cock shrinking back to a minuscule little knob.

So much so, that with a laugh Maggie said, ‘That is now useless and I'm not even going to try putting a sound in there, let alone decorate it with the steel rings I’d envisaged for it.’ I felt somewhat ashamed that I hadn't been able to control my feelings. I was still tightly strapped in place and perhaps this was the only way that I could show appreciation for my Mistress?  However, my balls were not going to get away scot-free. Oh no, they were still being stretched, the gap between the ball rings was being continuously increased, while the device itself was firmly attached to the goalposts at the bottom of the couch.

Mistress was determined to give her slave more wonderful experiences, and after removing the tight straps across my head the gasmask part of the system mask was zipped into place, thereon I would be using the bellows for my air supply. The bellows didn't work quite as well as the previous session, possibly because I was knackered by now and couldn't concentrate on making a good air seal, Maggie also investigated the set up and being able to easily get two fingers inside at the neckline declared it ’un-airtight’. No problem, we just reverted to the tried and tested anaesthetic mask.

That was excellent with the bellows doing their rhythmic in, out, in, out and a good dose of aromas helping to partly rejuvenate this rather pathetic example of a slave who had disappointed his Mistress by cumming too early. Despite the slight improvement in the twitching groin area, my arms were starting to ache from their rigid bondage and Maggie realised that the session had come to its natural conclusion. Off came the strapping and straight jacket and I was allowed some respite as I lay there thoroughly satiated.

In another of her mischievous moments and with that wonderful glint in her eyes, Maggie said she wasn't going to waste the extra time available due to my incompetence and announced that she wanted a go on the bellows and asked me to video her enjoyment. That was a highly charged end to the session and I was delighted to see Mistresses eyes gently close as she enjoyed her synchronised breathing and bellows experience. However, I have earned more punishments at some time in the future as Mistress has subsequently needed to write to me to tell me about another of my failures.

‘ I wasn’t too happy with the video slave, as I’d asked you if my ponytail was okay and you said yes, yet the video shows that it was not okay, not even in the ponytail socket and held on my head by a couple of strands of hair. Definitely more punishment required.’

I did think Mistress Maggie looked stunning enjoying her bellows experience and to me at the time, her appearance was absolutely perfect. I clearly got that wrong and expect the punishment. I still have a long way to go before I am trained in Maggie's image of an acceptable slave, but will continue to work hard towards becoming an adept rubber covered one, and yes I will continue to be honest with my owner, no matter what the consequences.

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.

Still a Long Way to go

Just when I thought I was becoming adequately trained, at least in the opening ceremony of footwear worship, Mistress Maggie threw in a curved ball to disperse any complacency that may have been building. The moment I entered the door to her Chambers I was put on a lead, and I followed Mistresses glorious latex covered bottom up the stairs to arrive in the Playroom; nothing unusual there, but then Maggie guided me fully clothed to the floor and I was told to start footwear worship immediately. Maggie has a new pair of black shiny boots that go all the way to the middle of her thighs and they were definitely well worshipped by this happy slave.

’Drop your pants and over the chair slave’, where I was told I would receive three thwacks of the trident paddle. ‘To satisfy your curiosity slave’. I had seen this implement in one of Maggie's twitter feeds where she had administered 30+ strokes to a willing recipient. After 3 strokes my backside knew it had been well belted, leaving me with full admiration for the recipient of the 30+ strokes. I would have taken my hat of to him there and then if I had been wearing one.

Just as I was expecting to be sent off to the bathroom to change into my usual session uniform, Maggie threw in another curved ball by instructing me to get undressed and get into my rubber catsuit there in the Playroom, but not until I had received a hard slap on my face. ‘A friend asked me to do that’, smiled Maggie sweetly!

Now that I had been wakened up properly we moved on to the real meat of the session. Mistress told me I had been far too greedy with my consumption of aromas over the last few months, and that I would be sniffing something else today while revisiting the basics of breath play. Whilst I was sitting relaxed on the circular stool enjoying a few quiet moments in the presence of a beautiful woman, Mistress quietly and efficiently set about securing my hands tightly across my stomach. The bindings were so effective that I really couldn't move my hands in any direction and certainly not reach my nipples let alone my face.

With the rope work done, my neck was trapped in the padded stocks, which in turn were firmly attached to the suspension gantry. Some minor height adjustment was completed and I was so comfy that... hold that thought as I heard the familiar rustle of the polythene bag.

Undoubtedly I would end up with my head inside it and I could look forward to a few moments of being once more reliant on Maggie for air. However, this looked a little more serious as the stocks were opened and then closed round the bag, gripping it tightly round my neck. I have to admit I was worried when I heard the lock click in place. It looked like I was about to enjoy some s-e-r-i-o-u-s breath control. I had no escape, I was trapped inside the bag with the air slowly becoming stale.

As I begged for air I gazed at my beautiful captor and my only hope of release, but unusually she did not respond to my pleas, at least not immediately, instead I lost sight of her as she moved round the side of my steamy plastic prison and I did panic a little. Though I was unable to see her, Mistress took a huge lungful of air and blew into one of the two purpose built air vents she had cleverly constructed yesterday. Repeating the life giving infusion several times, I relaxed and accepted that I was totally dependent on my Mistresses second hand air. It is the situation I love as I trust my Mistress implicitly and I hoped she felt that I was worth receiving her air otherwise...

This wasn't just isolated breath control, this was designed to have me totally air dependent for thirty plus minutes. All the while, Maggie teased me by coming so close with her lips just when I needed more puff. Another dilemma, I would love to have been kissed, even through the steamy plastic, but Maggie cleverly left that moment until I was really begging for more air.

After perhaps two dozen life giving infusions Mistress was satisfied that my over indulgence in aromas had been balanced by this prolonged period of basic breath control. Finally I was released from the stocks. At that point I was so utterly and completely devoted to my Mistress, I felt nothing but happiness and totally at peace with my situation.

More basic elements were to be reinforced with our next exercise as Maggie announced that my nipples had also been somewhat neglected along with the breath play.

Fortunately Mistress can be kind to her slaves and now allowed me a few whiffs of aroma, to slightly ease the discomfort before starting on the nipples. My wrists were still pinioned but the aromas started to have the desired effect and Mistress knew I would not complain (well hardly complain) as first the left and then the right nipple were warmed up.

Oh boy, do we need to do more work on my nipples!

Tweezer clamps with a small weighted load were attached to each one, but two minutes later both fell off, it was like deja vu, first the left then the right. Mistress likened my nipples to lumps of lard. The next attempt was to try and secure the clamps behind surgical needles to see if they would stop them sliding off. Nope! - that didn't help and the thought that my nipples were actually made of lard started to concern me. There was only one thing for it, the trusty clover clamps.

These bloody hurt and to reinforce their effectiveness Mistress had me kneel on all fours with the clamps dangling beneath. Mistress was having fun and to enhance my enjoyment a string of four anal beads were rudely and quickly stuffed up my bum.

With the lead reattached, Maggie guided me next door and had me stand to attention with the crop in my mouth as she changed into her piss pants. I couldn't look down but I could hear as Maggie described exactly what she was doing. She certainly seemed pleased about how her piss pants looked with the new thigh boots.

Shortly after, both the clover clamps gave up the ghost and the lard finally shed even these most gripping of clamps. I do have a pair of suction nipple pumps at home and we agreed that I desperately need to practice at least once each week to de-lard the buds.

The last and final part of this session is definitely not remedial training, nor is it a punishment. I consider myself very fortunate that Mistress allows me every opportunity to consume her juices, using many and varied methods she encourages and makes her slave quench his thirst. On this occasion an inflatable, breathe through gag would become my drinking tube, and with the nipple clamps applied again my mouth was agonisingly opened ready to have the gag inserted. Not much use currently as a breath through, but excellent to feed through and Mistress did make sure the nose holes were clear for me to breathe.

I eagerly consumed every offered drop, but the flow seemed to be never ending. I watched as the level in the reservoir went down with each suck on the drinking tube, only to see and hear Mistress let loose another torrent of her precious fluids. There is something really erotic and sexually stimulating to watch and hear your Mistress peeing and then to consume the warm fresh urine. A definite treat.

Meanwhile, at the back of my mind a mischievous plan was being hatched. Once I had completely drained my drink I was hoping to blow back down the tube and inflate the piss pants around Mistress private parts, but had to settle with just licking my lips! I think Mistress knows this slave well enough to read my mind, because the second I heard the final slurp the flow was disconnected and I didn’t have the chance to try and inflate her.

Today, I have been subjected to extended breath play reliant wholly on my Mistresses air, had my nipples clamped and pierced and finally had the luxury of emptying Mistress Maggie's bladder down my throat. It was another truly remarkable session and I know I am owned by the most spectacular and beautiful Mistress I could ever have wished for, but I also know that in my aim to serve her every pleasure and requirement I still have a long road to travel.

Thank you Mistress.

WARNING: This 3min 52 sec breathplay clip has audio.

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!