Another Major Milestone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A big laugh for my Mistress!

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

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

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

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

Christmas Stuffed and Wrapped

🎄🎄🎄

This was my last training session prior to the Christmas break and I thought about giving the blog a Christmas theme:  

Tis the season to be Jolly

Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)

Stuff the slave with great big dildo

Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)

Then fix the slave with lots of poly

Fa la la la la ...

Then I realised the session was far too intense and enjoyable to trivialise with Vogon Christmas carols, so I shall just share my experiences as they happened -

Down down deeper and down

Book appointment  👍

Confirmation mail from Mistress 👍 

 

A.M. do Rapid Lateral Flow Test 👍

Hour before ring Mistress to confirm 👍

Arrive exactly on time wearing mask 👍

Temperature taken by Maggie 👍

Provide proof of negative covid test 👍

Follow that glorious latex derrière to Playroom 👍

and let the real enjoyment begin.

The calling letter from Mistress Maggie gave a lot more scope for my imagination to work on -

‘Your rubber Mistress has been spawning ideas for an experience that will have you swimming into the festive season, in double layers my plaything will be suitably decorated and going with the flow’.

Although I couldn't glean what exactly might happen, there was sufficient reverie to tickle and excite my active imagination. Maggie had greeted me in her shiny gold catsuit which shimmered invitingly throughout the preliminaries, and once I was stripped down to nothing but my rubber socks and gloves I was soon worshipping her knee high black boots with some encouragement from her riding crop. Not that I needed any encouragement and not that Mistress used the crop in anger, more a giddy up and get on with it slave. It was a little different from my normal place of worship in so much that Maggie was casually poised on a tall stool, but my position was as appropriate as always: kneeling at her feet in worship, ready to lick, kiss and generally enjoy the experience. I know not to stray above the boots with my worship but it didn't stop my nose being assailed with the most glorious scent of latex and Mistress.


Mistress then employed me to do some furniture shifting.‘Bring the padded bench into the room please slave. Park it alongside the bed, and take this stool out while you’re there', she said. I knew Mistress wouldn’t be having me shift furniture without some ulterior motive, and true to form I soon found myself draped over the bed with arms outstretched, chained by my wrists to the bed posts and having an aromas soaked towel held over my nose. I few deep breaths had me feeling relaxed, ready for what can only be described as a penetrating experience. Mistress donned her strap-on and loaded it with her large gold dildo, then lubing me up she slowly mounted her slave.

After a good few minutes riding me, Maggie decided she had had enough but my asshole hadn't, so taking off the dildo she sat on the bed and proceeded to make sure it went in deeper and deeper. Once satisfied (and so was I 😁) that her largest electro butt plug would go in easily, the monster was installed snugly in my asshole and tested to ensure it was working ok.

It didn't take long to have me zipped safe and sound inside my Invincible catsuit, with the bum electro leads fed through one of the zippers. It was then that I understood where the next part of the session was heading. Maggie was going to shrink wrap her slave to the Plank and the legs were being screwed onto it ready to get started. Out came the pre-prepared plastic cape, made to make the shoulder wrapping easier and ensure the neck isn’t wrapped too tight, (I have repeatedly eulogised about how thorough and thoughtful Maggie is in her preparation and the comfort of her slaves) it was draped round my shoulders and the cling film wrap commenced.

Mistress had devised a better way of plank wrapping her slave, I was to stand there like a maypole while Maggie circled round me again and again, winding me up with her roll of film until I was thoroughly covered in layers of see through plastic between neck and thighs. The film was then smoothed down before laying me on the plank for the final lower wrap. We agreed that by leaving my legs free it would be easier for me to straddle the plank and shuffle backward or forwards into the best position, Maggie would then be able to clingfilm my legs together.

That worked superbly well, my legs were temporarily roped to the overhead gantry and et voila, it was easy to wrap the legs. Mistress asked me if I needed any cushions and put one under my head and another under my calves. Things then started to get somewhat immobile as Maggie proceeded to wrap me to the plank. I must say I like that experience because I can just make out Maggie's superb breasts as she leans over to pass the roll round her slave. Some good that did apart from urging my cock to become more active.

Maggie wanted her slave totally plasticised. By using her inflatable plastic hood she could achieve that and use its mouth tube to incorporate some restricted breathing, but she also wanted me to experience the joys of more aromas: a plan that created a bit of a quandary. In my experience Maggie has never been a lady who’s foxed by a challenge, so I wasn’t at all surprised when a few moments later she leapt up with a eureka solution. First I was fitted into the latex anaesthetic hood then, with a tight squeeze, the transparent plastic one was forced over the top, and before I knew it my head was puffed up like a balloon. After that my vision became somewhat hazy and even moreso when Mistress said. ‘Let’s find out if these hoods work shall we? Take a deep breath out slave…’ The aroma cloth was held over my mouth tube ‘… and take a deep breath in!... Heaven - I was able to breathe through my nose to get the full effect and Mistress caressed my head with her latex gloves as I floated away into a marvellous place.

By now I was no more than a rigid plaything, a mummy for Mistress to do with as she pleased and that involved freeing a space in the wrapping where my cock was already trying to make its escape. Snip, snip went the scissors and my cock and balls pulled through to the outside. However, their freedom was only short lived because Mistress had assembled some special devices designed to inflict electric current on the groin area. My cock was locked in an electric chastity cage and an electro scrotal bag  stretched over the top to encapsulate my balls. So three electric circuits were used, one to cock, one to balls and one up my bum, giving Mistress the chance to use her new electric control box and the thrill of sending her stimulating electric pulses flowing in all directions.

Over time those electro levels were being gradually raised, each time I got used to a new sensation a little bit more was added. Maggie made sure her plaything knew its survival lay in her hands by occasionally cutting off my air supply with her rubbered finger, at other times she would feed me with life-giving water or send her sweet breaths down my airway tube. 

The ambience in the room then changed: a disco light was positioned so that the effects were visible through the plastic inflatable hood and the main lighting turned off. That was a strange sensation. Gazing at all the blues, yellows and greens swirling above me was such a different ambience and as I quietly lay there I thought of nothing but Mistress Maggie. Was it brain washing, a psychedelic experience or just a vision of the heaven that Maggie had brought me to? Whatever, I momentarily returned to the Christmas theme of Peace On Earth.

With the scene set and her work done Maggie took up a reclining position on the bed and put her feet up on the object she’d created. I do enjoy being her footstool and loved every minute, however, the joy didn’t last forever. The electric levels were raised reasonable high by now, and running her latex hands over my torso to check my temperature Maggie decided to increase the heat. Hello hairdryer!  - it’s heat was used all over me, making my wrapping shrink just a little bit more before concentrating on my chastity cage and playing with my self control. I didn't last long and as Maggie expected I ended up apologising again! Mistress Maggie knows her slave very well, there was no way I could stop my cock from exploding! I really don’t mind, because Maggie can do and does do whatever she wishes with this slave.

This was the best possible Christmas present and thank you Mistress for giving your slave a VERY Merry Christmas. I really look forward to 2022 and as I said, the session was too wonderful to descend into Vogon.

Double Entendre

Mistress Maggie has that remarkable knack of confusing this poor slave and frequently has me thinking about the forthcoming session in exactly the wrong direction. Take todays calling letter for example:-

‘…Unlike last time I likely won't be out to greet you, but a good chance I could play with you in the back alley…’

Now, to this simple slave the references to greeting outside and the back alley referred to some outdoor activity down the alley. I’d spent a lot of time imagining what exciting trip Mistress may have planned. Perhaps a little nettle picking trip of which there are several nice juicy plants? or something a little more sinister?

Anyway, it turns out that Maggie had no intentions of an outdoor trip down the alley. Once more, my Mistress had totally side-tracked my thinking up a blind alley, so to speak. These double entendre are part of her fun side and one of the things that so draws me to worship her. Maggie is more than capable of guiding this slave in whatever direction she wishes.

I was greeted by the stunning vision of my owner in her black latex pants, corset, white trimmed bra, what looked like brand new white boots and... a huge black rubber dildo. What more could a rubber slave and devotee of the most alluring and sensual Mistress ever need or want. The white cross insignia on her headband signified that I would be spending some time in her nursing care, but only after the familiar Covid protection routine: temperature check, hand sanitise etc being efficiently completed and we were then up the stairs to the Chambers.

Our ascent never fails to both arouse and titillate this rubber slave, the sight of Mistresses rear as I follow her as closely as I dare up the stairs has me totally under her spell, and by the time we arrive at the top of those stairs I am fully ready and prepared to fulfil my promise to willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question. 

Sent off to change and return for boot worship, I either missed or forgot the instruction to re-enter the Chambers on my knees. Of course for every failed action there is a reaction and no doubt Mistress had already determined the punishment I would receive.

Mistress removed my slave collar and fitted me with a latex helmet before fastening my collar back around my neck. That action of turning a man into an anonymous rubber plaything and being transformed into exactly what Mistress wants, feels fantastic and rarely finishes with just a helmet, and where there’s a helmet there is sometimes a tongue hole. So, onto the business of worshipping these wonderful new PVC boots. I spent a while familiarising myself with the scent and taste of these white boots; long slow licks and many kisses before I was ordered to kneel facing away from Mistress. 

Maggie made herself comfortable seated on my back and made me very comfortable with a nice dollop of lube followed by a nice dollop of my butt plug, gently but swiftly inserted right up to the hilt: the plug went in soooo easily as if my bum was now welcoming the return of a good friend. And now for the reaction to my mistake earlier.

'Get the horse out slave.... lie on it lengthwise slave. You’ve smelled my boots and tasted my boots, and now you will be finding out what they feel like by taking the kicking up the backside that you desperately need slave’.

Several hefty kicks landed on my arse, six I think though I wasn’t really counting. Then after deciding that she would stick with using her right boot Mistress kicked me up the arse at least another half dozen times. I had absolutely no complaints about the punishing kicks as I had failed to observe a simple command so had to suffer the consequences, and my butt plug was certainly firmly secured and inserted to its full length if nothing else!

After the booting it was time for something much gentler. I was helped into my chlorinated plum catsuit relatively quickly, then with my hands raised up on the ceiling ring I was blindfolded as Mistress applied a gentle polish all over. It is a wonderful experience having your latexed body polished without your vision, without knowing where the polishing cloth will massage you next makes it an experience riddled with surprises and it does heighten the remaining senses. As you can tell, I find it a highly sensual and sexually charged experience, one of many I get in Maggie's company! 

Maggie kept me blindfolded as she attached a lead and slowly led me through to her Clinic where she gently pushed me against the wall. When the blindfold came off I saw the familiar details of the Clinic, with the addition of what appeared to be a new industrial looking piece of equipment comprising of three black bellows, attached tubes and...   I couldn't take in any more detail as Mistress instructed me to lie on the Couch with legs highly elevated in the stirrups and my arse just hanging off the end. By now it was fairly obvious which 'back alley' Mistress had been referring to. 

Mistress treated me to the luxury of double hooding by applying a second hood with anaesthetic mask attached. I think I was returning to heaven. Mistress has that ability to transport her slaves into a distant land where women rule or actually only one woman, my Mistress, rules with absolute certainty. Maggie announced she was to further address my 'rusty rectum' syndrome by utilising an anal spreader that she had obtained during lockdown. Yet another excellent use of Mistresses guinea pig slave.

As she put on her examination gloves Mistress explained that the intention was to keep me wide open while inserting other anal toys down the cavity created by the steel spreader. The stretcher was installed three times, but on every occasion it slipped right back out again, probably due to the natural action of my anal muscles. Never defeated by anything, Maggie made a swift excursion back to the Playroom and returned with a few ropes to help support it, and with some imagination succeeded in roping the spreader to keep it where she wanted it. Unfortunately Mistress could not get it to spread wide enough to insert anything through the centre.

We agreed afterwards that it looks pretty and may work better with more practice, but on the whole  (or in the hole!), doesn't perform as needed and deemed by Maggie as 'a useless piece of kit'. I was happy because my rubber nurse kept me pumped and plied with her medicinal aromas, which meant all the pushing, pulling screwing and opening as wide as possible was a most enjoyable experience, and once again Mistress had entrusted her guinea pig with the testing of another new toy.

My anal hole was not allowed to close just yet though, after the disappointment with the steel hole stretcher, Maggie settled for something more reliable and slipped a greased up inflatable dildo right in there. I received quite a lot of pumps leaving my hole nicely stretched by my favourite lovely rubber.

We moved on from one piece of pumped up rubber to another as it was my time to be introduced to the bellows equipment that I had spied earlier. Maggie explained it was another project that she had worked on during lockdown, which in effect was a very sophisticated version of the rebreather bag I have often had the pleasure of being attached to. The three bellows act as the rebreather and there is the ability to deliver an adjustable sustained supply of poppers.

Initially I struggled to draw air through the equipment because air was coming in through the open eyeholes in my latex hood rather than through the equipment. Another trip to the Playroom and Maggie returned with what turned out to be an excellent solution. I was given a perspex eye mask to wear which created a perfect seal round the eye holes and ... success. The bellows started their gentle rise and fall rhythm and the poppers delivering their own boost to my wellbeing. I got the impression that Mistress was really pleased with the results of her long hard work designing and creating this masterpiece and once she had solved the problem of the air leakage round the eye holes it worked perfectly.

There are quite a few subtle details that are not obvious during the heat of the session, for instance I had noticed a small valve operating near the mouthpiece and had chance to ask Mistress about it when the session was finished. The valve was responsible for letting out my surplus exhaled air, which explains why there was a slight whistling sound when I breathed out heavily, forcing air through it. There are many more subtleties that I hope to experience again if my rubber nurse allows me the heady pleasures of her new bellows, but that is for the future.

Mistress was obviously happy and as a caring, sensitive Mistress was prepared to reward her slave for my performance by taking care of my rusty rectum syndrome once and for all. After some adjustment of both height and angle of the couch, Maggie and her big strap-on were on course for a perfect anal entry. What a marvellous ride, being taken by my beautiful nurse, whilst keeping the rubber bellows moving regular and benefitting from the waft of mind blowing medicine running through the tubes. I felt great. I felt alive and quite frankly I felt well f****d! With casual aplomb, Mistress added a little more spice to the situation by rapidly oscillating the controls of the couch to create a pulsing effect as it vibrated up and down!

If you have never been taken from this angle of attack you really should try it. I know from experience that Maggie has always considered my comfort and experience when picking the right dildo to invade me with. 

Then, did I hear the sound of tinkling? Yes I did. As a final treat I could hear Mistress preparing a drink for her lucky guinea pig; the familiar sound of pee splashing into plastic jug. Unfortunately I could not see her relieving herself, though in my imagination I could sense her golden liquid being decanted. Then all of a sudden it came into view as she reached up to pour my drink into a funnel that was now hanging up where the bellows had been.

I really am a fortunate slave to have Mistress grace me with her wonderful nectar to finish with and it certainly didn't take me long to consume every last drop. 

After today, I think the nickname of ‘rusty rectum’ can no longer be justified, and thank you Mistress Maggie for yet another wonderful experience on my journey to becoming a much better slave for you...

What a Shocking Christmas Pud

I was ringing the door to Mistress Maggie’s Chambers for the final time in the 2010's. Like all the slaves who visit her in December I had to wipe my feet on her special Christmas doormat. Maggie was sporting a very obvious strap-on dildo, and once I had hung up my coat we followed behind it, all the way upstairs to the Playroom. Footwear worship came first, and today involved a new pair of black ankle boots that Mistress had only recently acquired. It was an honour to be knelt before her in my rightful place and to be one of the first to pay homage to these elegant, stylish boots. I even surreptitiously managed the softest touch against the fishnet tights that adorned Maggie’s beautiful legs, but of course rules are rules ‘boots only slave’, and it was only an accidental touch of those most wonderful calves.

One satisfied slave being stuffed ready for Christmas.

Although twenty days away from Christmas this was the nearest session to the big day that I could arrange. Even so, the festive spirit was starting early in the Preston Chambers. As you might expect around the Christmas festive season, thoughts turn to stuffing the turkey, making the Christmas pudding, log decorations and, of course that Nat King Cole classic 'Deck the balls with boughs of holly’, or some kinky version thereof. I can only hope that my Mistress was able to experience at least half the festive spirit that was engendered in her slave as we navigated through my last Christmas of this decade in these heavenly surroundings.

Maggie’s fertile imagination was on fire again as became evident when this years’ celebrations got off to a seasonal start by stuffing her slave. It is incredibly liberating knowing that my owner can stuff her slave whenever she wishes, and indeed she frequently does. I was strapped across the Playroom horse, oiled and mounted from the rear by the comfortably sized strap-on. No need for stretching exercises for my anus, just gentle and steady pressure as the dildo eased in then I was fucked, plain and simple by the only person I want to enter that most private part of my body. Mistress has complete freedom to do whatever she wishes to her rubber slave and I think the power exchange between slave and Mistress is complete and absolute and perfectly personified in this exquisite activity. Judging by the beautiful picture, Mistress was at least satisfied with the mount.

Adding a little spice to my already pleasantly throbbing rectal passage, Mistress thoughtfully pushed a remote controlled vibrating butt plug inside me. That would certainly keep the area throbbing, especially when the zip was pulled up and it was safely buzzing inside my latex catsuit.

After the boot worship and a liberal amount of stuffing it was time to move into the Clinic for what I knew would be even more stuffing. Mistress does like a latex nurse outfit and disappeared for a while to slip into her uniform. Mistress had instructed me to wear baggy trousers in the calling mail and that could only mean one thing; I was once more going to receive a scrotal saline inflation. Once firmly secured onto her operating table Maggie partially opened my crotch zip to release my cock and balls for the delicious inflation to begin, meanwhile, the vibrating butt plug remained in-situ keeping my innards company.

I was surprised when Mistress fitted and locked me in a metal chastity device, but hey it’s Christmas so an extra ornament was welcomed. Probably a little too welcome, because Maggie had only just got the wee beasty under her control before the affects of her fitting the device round my cock had the inevitable effect. Talk about growing pains, but the device was now fixed and my cock wasn't going anywhere. An interesting thought flickered across my mind. Knowing from previous experience that an infusion does have the saline gradually expanding along your shaft, with it now caged would the steel cage be stuck until the saline diffuses? It was only a brief thought and we soon moved on.

A gas mask was provided along with accessories to send me deeper under the spell of my enchantress, but definitely not a silent sensory control, oh no. To help fill the time whilst my balls were being filled with the 500ml of saline, Mistress had devised some entertainment aimed at keeping her slave alert and enjoying the sensations. Firstly for those Star Wars fans, you would certainly relish the Darth Vader breathing sounds that were being piped through the headphones, then you could use the darkness provided by the blindfold to let your mind wander to the halcyon days of Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, Wookiee... I prefer dreaming of a wonderful, attractive, highly sensual and very erotic Mistress Maggie. Far more interesting and enjoyable than the Millennium Falcon.

Around halfway through the infusion, the drip drip of the saline slowed a little and a second cannula was necessary to encourage a good flow, then I think to amuse Maggie more than her slave, out came the pump up electro nipple tubes to encourage bud growth in these quiet winter days.

Sometimes I wonder what else amuses Mistress at her slaves expense, but that is exactly what I signed up for and promised Maggie a long time ago, ‘To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question… ‘. If I am being totally honest, I long for the journey of discovery that my Mistress is guiding me along and hope to uncover more of her secret pleasures. So far I have loved every one of them and can only hope that Maggie is deriving as much pleasure, otherwise I am really failing in my promise.

The electrical throbbing that was being induced in my puckering nipples was being matched by the vibrations lower down. You may have forgotten, I certainly haven't, that the anal stimulator was doing just that in parallel with the nipple stimulations. Whilst my balls were filling with the saline my nipples and butt were filling me with pleasure waves. Mistress has certainly found a very pleasurable way of whiling away her slaves time during the filling process.

As the final few salty millilitres were being eagerly absorbed into my ball sac, Mistress removed my blindfold and headphones so that I could see, well almost, and hear what was about to happen next. Maggie in her smooth sexy tones whispered that she was applying a shield to protect the couch while she hotted up the operation area with a frosting of molten wax. A very sensible precaution I thought.

I smelt a candle being lit, braced myself for what I thought was the inevitable hot wax on balls treatment and then... no pain whatsoever. Drip after drip was aimed at my inflated balls and it must have been the cool saline acting as an insulator, but I really couldn't feel the wax. I do believe Maggie was particularly pleased with this part of the session and grinned as she stuck something into the cooling wax. ‘That's it. The pudding is complete!’

I did not know what to think. Eh? Pudding? Complete? - Up until this point I could only guess what was happening down south. Thoughtful as ever, Mistress temporarily removed the aroma mask and allowed me to survey her handy work through the prism glasses. Bringing red rope she used it to hitch my chastity cage to my collar and present her pudding for better viewing.

Wow! what an amazing sight. My swollen balls covered in candle wax and the sprig of holly topping made my genitals resemble a Christmas pudding! Mistress really has the most amazing imagination and does like her slaves to appreciate her hard work. I really do think she has enchanted my heart, body and soul.

It was only now that I realised the significance of the foil shield round my pudding as Mistress announced it was time to cook the pudding and attached two electrodes, one to the foil shield and the second on the perineum, close to the vibrating butt plug. This could prove pretty uncomfortable as Maggie idly asked what level we should cook the pud.

Apart from a brief mention of Christmas day I am unsure how we both arrived at singing 'I saw three ships come sailing in', Perhaps the video will provide the answer? I think it was the sight of a Christmas pudding that put Mistress in such a festive mood, but it did make us both laugh and Maggie continued to laugh as the pudding started cooking. I stammered on singing in an electrified way and roughly in time with the rise and fall of the cooking cycle!

It didn't prove uncomfortable at all. After all why should it? Mistress wanted it this way and therefore I was actually enjoying all the sensations that were whirling around my senses. By now, either Maggie had turned the vibrating bum invader off or I had outlasted the batteries, after all it had been vibrating for most of the afternoon. Perhaps I will never know.

The lasting memories from this Christmas festivities are all very positive. Probably the most memorable is the feeling of complete calm at being so privileged to serve yet another Christmas with the most stunningly attractive and mesmerising person I have ever met or ever wish to meet.

Thank you Mistress Maggie for guiding me along this journey and long may it continue. A peaceful Christmas and prosperous and happy New Year and I really look forward to next Christmas with you as my owner but sooner than that, I will see you very early in 2020.

WARNING: This 90 second clip has audio.

Ultimate Chastity

I am a very lucky slave. For the past eight years Mistress Maggie has taken me under her wing and I am really happy that she knows she has the freedom to do whatever she wishes to her devoted rubber slave. Part of a promise I made to Maggie was To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question and I have every intention of honouring this promise. After 174 sessions there are certain tasks that I can perform without instruction. I know how to worship Mistresses footwear. I know when to lift my bum when zips need opening, I know when to tense muscles to assist Maggie when she is adjusting straps etc, however, when it comes to the overall flow of a session I listen attentively and follow instruction implicitly. After all, Mistress spends a lot of her pre-session time planning and preparing her sessions and I owe it to her not to cock it up through inattentiveness.

I had a strange, almost unreal hypnogogic experience whilst undertaking my boot worship duty. There I was quite happily kissing and worshipping those rather nice white boots with Maggie’s flogger sensually caressing my latex rump, and as Mistress gently rested her other boot on my back as a footstool I felt totally at peace, as though that was exactly where I wanted and needed to be. Following that out of body experience I was so deeply in the zone and the session got better and better as Mistress proceeded with her plans.

For today's entertainment my costume was lighter than my normal full latex catsuit. I had been asked to bring my zip through latex shorts and those, together with latex socks and gloves were to be the dress code for the day. With me ordered into a crouching position it was not long before the zip was being peeled open to allow my red butt plug to be inserted and sealed in. A double fronted white latex hood completed my costume leaving me viewing the world through small eye perforations and speaking through a zipped up mouth opening. That became my face for the whole session and it was the very last item that Mistress removed at the end. I do find the hood comfortable and easy to wear and of course very versatile with its all enclosing zip up face cover.

We both followed the huge strap-on that Mistress was flaunting into the Clinic, and I had a good idea where that would end up! On entering, two prominent pillar box red items were immediately apparent on the couch. The first was the latex arm binder top which I have been teased into before, but the second was a brand new and very interesting head restraint, it looked like it could do a good job of stopping any head movement and the kind of restraint I have fantasised about.

On occasions my generous girth does cause problems and the last time I wore the arm binder it was tricky fitting me into it. However, we had learned from that experience and this time came up with a much easier approach. Engage the back zip for a few inches prior to attempting to put it on, then step into it like a skirt and hey ho! It was far easier for Mistress to pull the zip all the way up and seal me in with no chance of escape. I do like that feeling and allowed myself another wry smile when Mistress asked if it was warm enough in The Clinic. My experience warned me that it was going to get a whole lot warmer before the end so I replied with a simple. ‘Yes it's warm enough thank you.’

I laid back straight into the neck brace and the straps ensured that was exactly where my head would remain. It felt like my head was in a vice and just to make sure that her patient was truly immobilized, Mistress made her way around the couch, visiting each of its restraining straps and tightening them to their maximum. Legs placed comfortably in the stirrups and strapped in place as well.

It is at times like these when you know you are in the hands of an expert who puts a lot of thought and planning into all her activities. In normal use the neck brace would be attached rigidly to a stretcher. However, Maggie wanted to make the most of the chairs flexibility by lifting and changing the orientation of her patient for her operations. If you alter the inclination, the subject moves a little in the chair to accommodate the new angles, but here Maggie's innovative approach was evident. The head brace had been suitably fixed with the ability to slide along the chair back whilst still keeping the head rigidly attached to the chair. That was pure genius.

The only issue I had with all this rigidity and chair movement was the reduced visibility of my Mistress through the small eye perforations. Maggie knows how I love to see her occasionally during operations and every now and then went out of her way so that I could get just a glimpse of my thoughtful owner.

After a few adjustments to the double fronted hood, Maggie was satisfied she could effectively deploy aromas with her anaesthetic setup which included a one litre rebreather bag to monitor my progress. Long, slow breaths in, breathe out. In, out, in out... after several lungfuls I was feeling even more in that wonderful head space where all I could think about was my stunning Mistress and how I could please her.

As my breathing settled to a steady rhythm the sound of my own breaths became very relaxing and the rebreather was filling up and emptying as it should. Although definitely not an anaesthetic, the aromas have a wonderfully calming and relaxing effect and in particular I could feel my sphincter loosening up ready for what I knew I was about to receive. I was so chilled with the situation, I just lay there in my very happy latex covered world as Mistress slid the zip in my shorts open and started to swab my cock, balls and groin with disinfectant.

A superbly executed example of a mangina

The aromas had certainly done their job to the extent that I hardly felt the first staple being pinged into my scrotum. More pulling and pushing and adjusting the flesh down there and another staple and another and ... I lost count but it is strange what I imagined my cock and balls would look like. My imagination said these staples were all over the place and that the area would look disjointed. How wrong your imagination can be. I should have known better with an expert in charge. Perhaps it was the aroma therapy that clouded my imagination?

Instead, a pure masterpiece of a mangina had been created. Straight, even staples, a very neat line where my manhood used to be and above all no pain whatsoever. I don't think I flinched once, perhaps the occasional sharper intake of breath, but all in all and with Maggie’s words of encouragement, a perfect operation was completed.

I tried to flex my cock because it felt so excited by the stapling, but nothing moved. I tried again and I didn't even have room for a little twitch which was incredibly frustrating because in my mind I really needed to explode. Perhaps Maggie has finally arrived at the situation where I am unable to embarrass myself by unauthorised ejaculations! I felt so useless as a man yet so deliriously happy that my Mistress had wanted us to undertake this journey and had successfully arrived. Oh happy slave.

What happened next is probably the most exciting and exhilarating yet frustrating 25 minutes of high octane ass play I have experienced. First of all the electro dildo that Maggie used vigorously. In. Out. in out... all the time tweaking the dials so I received the maximum stimulus. I was told that I had a lot of arse stretching to enjoy in view of what was about to be inserted up my rectum. In, out, in out stretch it all about was the order, and of course, all the while my cock and balls were being agitated from inside my body making me more and more frustrated as the useless bits were no longer able to respond.

For a little added stimulus, Mistress kindly? added electrodes along the staples on the second e-stim channel and continued with the in out delights of the electro dildo. Maggie's aim was to open me up for the next part of my anal experience. I was about to be introduced to the best fuck yet. Although I believe Mistress’ really thick strap-on did get its tip up my hole, my unwilling body wouldn't let it climb in to its full length. Undeterred, Maggie quickly exchanged the huge invader for a slightly lesser size and set about riding her charge.

Wow! After having felt at home being Maggie's foot stool earlier, I now felt completely at one with my owner occupying my newly bored most intimate orifice. I was her plaything, her sex toy and I felt relaxed and in exactly the right place at the right time.

After such a good stretching Maggie thought I may be ready to have a go at the next phase of anal training. It is our goal to get her gloved hand inside me and I was asked if I wished to proceed. Another no brainer, I was well under the influence, well relaxed and raring to try for her fist. Maggie has special Crisco cream for such occasions and greased her new glove with a good handful and I could feel her fist was almost in. With hindsight I really wish I had braced a little more and encouraged Maggie to push a little more because I feel that I was millimetres away from becoming Maggie's glove puppet. Almost but not quite. Mistress did say that we were almost there and progress had definitely been made.

I wonder what it would feel like to be zipped inside my rubber suit once the mangina was completed? I wonder what it will feel like when Mistress does manage to insert her hand up my arse? I wonder what other extreme delights Maggie has in store for one of her most adoring and faithful slaves? I do know with absolute certainty that I will do what I promised for my imaginative, talented and occasionally sadistic (yes it was sadistic to staple up my cock and balls then tell me to try to orgasm 'like a woman') Mistress.

I can also confirm that once the staples were removed my cock and balls returned to normal functionality and later I was able to finally relieve some of that pent up tension that Mistress Maggie always generates in this slave. Today was truly memorable, thank you Maggie.

WARNING: This 3 minute clip has audio

50 of the Best

Yesterday may well go down as the highest recorded temperature ever in the UK and today, although the ambient temperature was a little lower, isolated hot spots were evident in the North West. Specifically it got very heated in The Chambers where Mistress Maggie ramped up the temperature for this rubber devotee, and it certainly looked to be a red hot day as Mistress had instructed me to bring my red rubber wardrobe.

Because of the warmth Mistress allowed me to change in the fan cooled Playroom, then naked apart from my latex socks and gloves I presented myself at the feet of my Mistress and set about worshipping those beautiful legs and long red boots. I always relish the sessions’ start where I can be down on the floor under my Mistresses feet and just paying homage to a wonderful woman. The warmth of the day and the cooling fan which occasionally blew a welcome breeze up my bum, made it a perfectly exciting and highly erotic start.

Mistress stood up from her throne and looking down at me told me to continue my devotion. ‘Front AND back of my boots slave’. She turned around allowing me to access every part. It was so tempting to allow my tongue to stray that little higher; to kiss and lick those alabaster thighs and higher... I can dream but there is nothing currently in the rule book to stop me trying to gently caress those forbidden places with my freshly washed hair. I probably shouldn't have said that and of course it can only happen when I am not hooded!

Ordered onto my hands and knees it was butt plug fitting time, plenty of lube and ... a plastic bag! Holding the plastic bag tightly at my neck with one hand the plug was wiggled, teased and finally pushed into its home with the other. It has been a while since Maggie has allowed me the privilege of gazing at her great beauty as she smiles and watches me reach the inevitable begging stage for air. A lot of pleading and she will let it in before repeating the breathless cycle again. There came a stage where I so wanted to kiss her sultry lips as they were almost touching the plastic, but the need for air overtook my need to kiss and once again I found myself begging. The freshly inserted butt plug became unnoticeable as I breathed in plastic and struggled for air four times in a row. After a couple of shakes of powder on went the red latex catsuit and at that point we adjourned to The Clinic.

Zips opened, legs in the stirrups and ‘further down slave ... get your ass right over the end slave.’ Mistress ordered. As she fitted her strap on Maggie announced that we should celebrate the 50th anniversary of the first moon landing. My plug had only been in for ten minutes, but out it came and in went her rocket dildo, very slowly, all the way in until the balls on her strap-on slapped against my arse cheeks.

Mistress handed me a bottle of aroma to blast off on. ’Are you ready for launch slave’ . . . and her rocket thrusts began. ‘ONE’ - A very slow withdrawal until only the tip was in contact. ‘TWO’ . . . ‘THREE’ . . .  This countdown went on until we reached the fifty. On each slow thrust I could gaze in wonderment at the very sexy person taking me to the heavens and beyond and I was well and truly fucked. Mistress in charge, Mistress on top and Mistress dictating the pace and depth of each thrust and I just loved it. I felt another step towards being totally controlled by Wonder Woman.

After all that excitement, Mistress decided a little quiet contemplative time was necessary but not until a little more anal excitement with a rather large and very inflatable dildo. We had a good play with it, but as it was not suitable as a permanent ass fixture, it was a large black plug that was eventually inserted to keep my asshole stretched before Maggie sealed me inside my catsuit and red-roped me to the couch. Nothing too vigorous as it was very hot but enough for me to know my place. In stark contrast to the red, Mistress fitted a black gas mask and cleverly sealed the whole lot with the open faced mask. Maggie attached the re-breather bag, making certain I was able to accept the restricted air flow before casting me into the darkest of nights with the bug-eye blindfolds. With the headphones playing a monotonous and all enveloping track of white noise I had no idea what would happen next.

There I stayed and had no concept of time. All I did was dream highly erotic and very lurid dreams about the most sensual, sexually stimulating and sensational Mistress a slave could wish for. I had visions of a goddess in latex just looking down on her loyal yet totally subjugated subject. Thinking about the sensual situation I was in, the good fucking Mistress had just treated me to and the wildly lurid dreams I was having made the next action inevitable. All Mistress did was drape one of her rubber operating sheets over my exposed cock and try as I might to prevent embarrassment, I blurted out 'I'm coming Mistress,' and without further ado messed on the underside of the rubber sheet.

Mistress wasn't at all pleased that I had created extra washing, though whizzing off the headphones and whispering through the hoods she asked if I wanted to go on. Being such a hot day it seemed an appropriate time to stop for a drink of water before continuing my training with a spot of ball stretching. Maggie said that for a bit of light relief and amusement she’d planned to stretch my balls, but was happy to alter things to deal with the new circumstances. I had made my own bed and I would have to settle for lying in it, and because I had climaxed without consent I needed to be punished!

Hmmm! Perhaps choosing to continue was not one of my brightest decisions, but I knew I had upset the flow of the prolonged rubber deprivation and opting out just wasn't fair on Mistresses enjoyment. Out came a myriad of devices; rubber bands, metal ball weights, straps, more red rope and probably a whole host of other tackle that Maggie was going to tackle my tackle with.

Maggie is not sadistic, well at least not all of the time and she did allow me the comfort of a latex pillow to ease any strain on my calves. However, she showed little mercy on the pitiful cock and balls that had so misbehaved.

I of course saw none of this but could feel a lot of activity down below. I could feel my balls being attached to the H-frame. I could sense by Maggie’s voice that she meant business and I could tell I was in for a punishing time. Yet the worst stretching was still to come. The rebreather was reattached, the white noise turned back on and I was returned to the totally deprived state I had experienced earlier, and once again I was left to contemplate my exceptional Mistress. This time, subdued by the unplanned orgasm the dreams were less raunchy and somewhat overridden by the distress of my poor empty balls. Tightly restricted they were really being stretched and punished to say the least, lucky for me I have not had the pleasure of too much post orgasm torture but can tick it off my list of training experiences now!

Eventually Maggie relented and deciding that enough was enough, she removed the masks and adjusted the couch so that I was in a sitting rather than a lying position. I suspect that Mistress knew the action of sitting me up would tighten the ropes and stretch my cock and balls even more because she giggled that wonderfully girlish giggle as if to say, ‘That bit worked then’. One by one she started to remove my cock and ball jewellery. She examined my tackle and declared just the right ball colour; a slight blueish tinge and ready for freedom.

I am glad I had the balls to agree to continue the session after cumming unannounced. I really needed to be punished for my indiscretion and I have a lot of training still to do on orgasming to Mistress Maggie’s command. This possibly was Mistresses lesson and the hardest to avoid orgasm. I mean, a good bagging, fifty satisfying moon landings, a lot of isolation etc. what can a red blooded male do?

Niggles

Niggles, demerits, black marks, punishments. . . call them what you will, but due to some thoughtless comments I had made Mistress Maggie saw fit to administer my just deserts at the start of this session. Mistress explained why I had earned the punishment and went on to offer me the choice of delivery mechanism, by either a senior cane or a three tailed tawse.

Mistress Maggie's choice for my punishment

I chose wisely I think, asking Mistress to choose which of the two nasty looking implements she believed would work best as retribution, and without hesitation she picked up the cane. So, within minutes of arriving at the Chambers and worshipping Mistresses bright red thigh boots I was hooded, and with a huge ball gag wedged in place I was supine over the Playroom horse.

Restraints were not used nor are they any longer necessary as, although occasionally deployed by my owner for visual effect and to act as a reminder of my slave status, I now do exactly as I am told. Her cane came swishing down and I lay there counting out the strokes and giving my best muffled thank you’s to Mistress for correcting her stupid, senseless slave.

I have absolutely no complaints, although at the time my backside was moaning a little as I received fifteen hard strokes.

Once Mistress had vented her anger (or so I thought), the mood changed and we moved forward to a more relaxed and far less painful part of the proceedings. Still using the horse, Mistress told me to reposition myself so that she could have full and unrestricted access to my bum. I could detect her stepping into her strap on harness, possibly preparing for some delightful fun. As I lay there waiting and wishing to be penetrated by her chosen dildo I thought about the mistake I had made, and how it was well worth a beating to clear the air, to have me realise my mistake and have Mistress back to her normal beautiful self.

My Lady in red

My fifteen stripes were no more than a mild ache as Maggie expertly guided the session to a different mindset, using large quantities of lubrication then gently sliding in . . . not the dildo but my butt plug.

The initial hand stretching and lubrication had clearly worked because the red ribbed plug slid in like a hot knife through butter. Perhaps I had misread the rattling sound and there was no strap-on? No. Maggie's sense of fun and mischief emerged and just as I was getting used to the plug, it was quickly unplugged to be instantly replaced by the whole length of Maggie’s cock.

Thinking I was about to receive another of those delicious fucks that Maggie can deliver I began to relax. But no again. Her cock was immediately removed and replaced with the plug. This alternating between plug and dildo must have been repeated four or five times until I didn't know whether I was coming or going. What I did know was that Mistress had one very happy but confused slave across her horse.

To conclude this part of the anal play ad when Maggie had finished oscillating and juggling the ass toys, she finished off by pushing a string of four large anal beads down the willing hole. These would keep me stuffed for the rest of the session. Thank goodness there is a long tail ending in a good sized ring to aid their extraction, otherwise I could have been left with a bum full of balls until nature intervened!

The last vestiges of Maggie's anger briefly surfaced and without warning she gave me another five rapid strokes with the Senior Cane. Those almost made me jump off the horse, but boy was I relieved when Mistress whispered that that was the end of my punishment and ‘lets get you into some shiny black rubber’. In addition I received the modified anaesthesia hood, more of this later, and I was ready for anything.

Mistress retrieved the leather wrist cuffs, using them to fix my arms loosely but securely behind my back. I was then instructed to back up against the Plank which was already upright and securely fixed to the Playroom’s overhead gantry. It had been quite obvious right from the boot worship, that this 7' length of Playroom equipment would be brought into  play at some stage, I mean how can you disguise a 7' solid bondage plank! Anyway, as instructed I tentatively leant back as the plank eased itself into position until it was happy to accommodate the weight of a rather large slave, and off we went.

Maggie moved about me, pulling on straps and stretching bandages tightly around me until I became at one with the Plank. Well almost, Maggie did stop to deliberate whether a knee strap was necessary and after a bit of umming and ahhing she did buckle it in place, though not too tightly. Mistress is a true expert in restraints, as, without the strap I doubt if I could have remained standing for as long as I did. With the strap, it allowed the strap to take some of the leg strain and extended my duration almost infinitely.

A very well fitted Kalis

As it was, I was very comfortable as I watched Mistress leave the room and later return wheeling in the IV stand which she brought beside me, then again she left the room closing the door behind her. From my restrained position I was perfectly happy standing, the playroom mirror had been carefully angled so I could admire my situation until my thoughts were interrupted by Maggie’s return. This time she brought in a brimming jug of what definitely looked like pee, emptying it into the rubber bag hanging from the drip stand. As my eyes wandered towards the bag and its contents I estimated over a litre of drink was now available.

Now the intricacies of the modified anaesthetic mask were fully revealed. Mistress had cunningly inserted the feeding tube up the centre of the attached hose which normally delivers aromas, meaning I could drink and be medicated at the same time. Now that is ingenious! It took a while to get started but with the taps on and a long hard suck I tasted the first trickle of fluid delivered down the drinking tube.

I was half expecting the next bit of playtime that Maggie had planned for her very willing follower, because a few days ago Mistress had announced on her Twitter feed that she had acquired a biting steel instrument called Kalis teeth; a most effective chastity device with a row of sharp teeth pointing inward into the wearers cock.

Fitting it on to a flaccid cock was relatively painless and I stood against the plank thinking calming thoughts to avoid an erection as Maggie carefully wrapped the device around my cock and balls. I couldn't see fully but I heard the ominous click as a small padlock went in place, accompanied by a tingle down my spine as Maggie threatened to leave it in place at the end of the session. Now there's something for me to contemplate in the future. . . I mean how could I last between sessions without attempting to get an erection. I mean every time I think of my Mistress. . . I digress. Back to the session fun.

Forced feeding

My sense of being dominated and under total control of Mistress took a step forward as Maggie sealed my eye holes with her eye mask. This is her own design and effectively seals you in behind the perspex lenses. The seal is effective and reduces the slave to taking air through the hose, regardless of whether it’s aroma filled air or not. Mistress really is inventive and very creative in her drive to give total satisfaction and loss of control to a subservient slave like me.

The application of the air tight eye mask also heralded a change in feeding habits. Up to now I had been sucking small quantities of nectar as and when I wanted, but now Mistress was exercising more control over her subject by utilising the delivery bulb attached to the feeding pipes.

A warning from Mistress followed by a syphoning squeeze delivered sufficient fluid for a mouthful. With the airtight mask it was either swallow or wallow in spilt pee inside the helmet. So, I am wrapped in latex to the bondage board with an airtight mask delivering both liquid refreshment and aromas and my cock was totally controlled by the Kalis; could a slave wish for any better treatment from his beautiful Mistress? Of course Maggie is capable of delivering an infinite variety of pleasure giving experiences and is not averse to using her latex clad body to help frustrate and torment her slave, by rubbing smooth rubber on rubber.

Forced climax

The next activity was probably the most cruel and tormenting Maggie could use on her slave. Out came the heavyweight Playroom vibrator and with consummate ease Mistress strapped it tightly against my exposed balls and turned it on. The exquisite torture was simply wonderful and at the same time so frustrating. My cock tried to get hard but was forced back into its flaccid state by the cruel prick of the enclosing needles, but the vibrator kept doing its work on my balls and I could feel the inevitable approaching climax.

Once Mistress has decided that you are going to be forced to climax there is absolutely nothing you can do to prevent the inevitable. I tried hard by concentrating on the pain in my cock, the nice day outside . . . but every time my thoughts drifted back to my state of servitude, and just to make sure Mistress moved her perfect body against the vibrator. The close proximity of Mistress, the insidious grasp of the Kalis, my current state of sexual arousal and that was it. I did try to warn Maggie but too late.

It was really strange to be forced to cum with a soft cock enclosed in steel and balls vibrating like a humming bird, but I suppose I moved that little bit closer to being totally under control and I love it.

Sucking now on an empty tube, all the nectar had been enjoyed and I had not missed a drop.

However it wasn't quite the end of the nectar resources, as Mistress insisted that as it was my fault that she had spilt the overflowing jug on the landing and that I would be cleaning it up. Scurrying along to where Mistress Maggie pointed, I sniffed all along the skirting board but on this occasion couldn't catch Maggie's scent, so I had to give the general area a thorough clean with sponge and disinfectant until Mistress was satisfied with the job.

And finally a tribute to my own Lady In Red

. . . I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight

I've never seen you shine so bright, you were amazing

I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side. . .

Chris de Burgh