An Unexpected Welcome

After 188 remarkable sessions Mistress Maggie is still able to stop me in my tracks with a truly unexpected experience, and this time it was outside the Chambers before I had even entered heaven. A little background to the start of the session might help and a glance at the calling mail I had received -  

‘Your Mistress will be taking you for a walk on the wild side and you will be excused for wondering whether it will be in or outdoors, either way it will be a journey well suited for a sucker for rubber.’

OK, on its own not a particularly unique call, but it did contain a lot of things for me to think about. When I rang Mistress to confirm my attendance I asked if it would be OK to arrive in my latex trench coat, because the weather forecast was for heavy thundery downpours and I do have to walk part of the way. The request was happily received by Maggie.

I parked up, donned my trench coat and hat and set off at a slow amble as I had ample time and it was no longer raining. As I sauntered towards the Chambers, across the street I caught sight of one helluva beautiful lady, her black ponytail wafting over what appeared to be a superb looking PVC mac. Now normally I take no notice of women in the street as I only have eyes for my Mistress, so I was disturbed by this fatal attraction to this stunning raven haired beauty. On a double take and a few steps closer, I realised why I was so drawn to this mysterious beauty dressed in PVC. It was Mistress who had actually come out to greet her slave. There, on the other side of the road with a radiant smile was Maggie. I crossed and we chatted like two old friends that I believe we are, as we entered her Chambers by the front door.

After the sensible temperature check and hand gelling I followed Mistress upstairs, which allowed be to examine her PVC mac at close quarters. It was a black and clear check and underneath I got the faintest glimpse of what I thought was a latex skirt and top. Oh well, I would have to wait to get the full details.

Mistress gave me my dressing instructions and I was soon changed into my latex socks and gloves, and slipped into my lighter weight latex suit. Mistress completed my dressing by slipping a black latex hood over my face and topping it off with my regulation slave collar. Oh I nearly forgot, Mistress also had me bend over the bed to slip my butt plug relatively easily into my butt. I say relatively easily because I am sure my rectum has become a little rusty after 15 months of almost total inactivity. Ah rusty rectum: That could be another nom de plume for this anonymous slave!

Today I was to lick Mistresses nylon covered legs and she lounged on the rubber bed ready for me to begin. Another change from the norm as I am usually instructed to worship footwear and only footwear. Now, the medical definition of leg is ... either of the two lower human limbs that extend from the top of the thigh to the foot.. so you can imagine my thoughts. Perhaps investigate a little higher above the knee!! But only until Mistress abruptly reminded me of her definition ‘…and especially the part between the knee and the ankle slave’.  Oh well, after half a dozen thwacks with Maggie's crop for burrowing under her skirt to higher places, I then concentrated on licking and kissing below the knee and nursing a cropped arse for my improper actions.  However, those same improper actions did confirm my suspicions, that Maggie was clad in latex underneath her raincoat.

It is an unusual sensation licking nylon, it does a good job of drying your tongue, but I was given plenty of time to enjoy the new sensation before Mistress whispered ‘Enough’ and had me roll on my back on the bed. My wrists were pinioned to the bed head then Mistress proceeded to retrieve some very heavy, rattly equipment from next to her Throne. With my limited vision I could tell it was the metal humbler that locks in place. Obviously that was a little 'rusty' too as the key was very tight and unable to undo the lock. ‘It’s no good, I shall have to fix it’, said Maggie, and after a few expletive descriptive comments off she went leaving me secured to the bed head. I lay there and just thought wonderful thoughts about Mistress. Maggie was much happier when she returned. 'WD40 to the rescue and the key now works’. What a relief, I could now have that heavy humbler locked on my balls. Oh deep joy!!!

I have worn this beastie several times and we have developed a successful method for deploying it; easy for both slave and Mistress. Mistress lays all the pieces out on a white towel and assembles the humbler to the front, locks it in place and then all that is required is for me to gingerly raise one leg to place one arm of the humbler against my buttock cheek and then VERY gingerly open my legs as wide as I can and ease the other bar behind my other buttock, et voila. A locked humbler is now in place against both buttock cheeks and don't try to stand upright because the grip on your balls is now truly effective and the humbler starts to do what it says on the can. 

Mistress always thinks of the welfare of her slaves and reaching over she tossed the Playrooms knee pads over, I gratefully attached them and knelt in front of her on all fours waiting for further instructions. Since my last wearing Mistress has created a leather harness that is more aesthetically pleasing and also keeps the humbler very firmly in place. A few nuts were being tightened here and there, especially those that made the pointy metal teeth start nibbling at my balls, it also felt like Maggie had managed to adjust the harness so that my cock was pointing straight down! 

Once satisfied with the humbler’s adjustments, Maggie attached a lead and off we went. She likes to keep me very close to her right thigh when I’m being walked and as always it was a pleasant experience, because when she paused to open the Playroom door I was able to snuggle against that wonderful mac and thigh. Off to the bathroom, another pause, another snuggle as Mistress took on board a glass of water and I was offered a sip too. The next thing to be offered to me was rather more disturbing: a delightfully fresh looking nettle sprig with a pre-prepared foil handle was collected from the windowsill, I did not need to use too much imagination to guess how it would be used. Back to the Playroom and time for a playful game of sting! sting! sting! Surprisingly, despite how tenderised Maggie had managed to get my balls, application of the nettle twig was actually most arousing. 

It has taken ten annual nettle seasons to reach this fantastic point in my urtica dioica training, where several gentle strokes can actually have me wanting more! What has Maggie done to my cock and balls? They are so attuned to pleasing Mistress that even the sting of the nettles brings sweet, tingly, very pleasant sensations.

Off for another walk to the bedroom now, with a few sniffs of shoes there, and I think Mistress was feeling a little sadistic at that point because with the nettles now giving me pleasure she chose to sting me with the riding crop she was carrying instead. I was subjected to 6 crop strokes, each one landing firmly on my already compromised balls, but I was happy because it obviously made Mistress happy. A few more nettle strokes then back to The Playroom for the humbler to be rotated back onto my stomach, unlocked and finally removed. That was truly a walk on the wild side and I hope pleasing for Mistress.

Before I knew it my butt plug was also being removed, to be replaced by a slightly smaller cordless model with vibrating action that Maggie switched to high and zipped back in place. Now was the time to slither into the vacbed which had been taking up a large and prominent position on the floor. Mistress was ready to apply wire electro cock loops to my cock, but a quick examination determined that it wasn’t up for standing to attention, so stick on electro pads seemed a better idea. Maggie twiddled her buttons. ‘Can you feel this circuit in your cock slave?’ Ahhh! Yes, my cock Mistress. ‘And can you feel this circuit in your balls slave?’ Ahhh!, Yes Mistress, definitely in my balls. ‘In that case we can commence’. It was then that the mac came off and revealed Maggie in her stunning latex skater skirt combination. 

One thing to remember before getting into the vacbed is that metal, buckles or sharp objects could potentially damage the latex, so off came the harness and my slave collar and I gently slid in through the side opening.

Once inside I could place my head on the wedge shaped pillow that Maggie had thoughtfully placed in the bag to add a little extra support for what may be a long stay. She explained how she would be trying out a new modified method for aroma delivery and I needed to place a face mask across my nose and make sure the mask spout was aligned with the hole in the vac bag. All went well and I relaxed as I felt Mistress attach a pipe connector to the end of the protruding mask spout and screwed on the breathplay parts she had chosen for the day. Everything was sounding good and I was breathing easily.

For a moment it seemed like I may have to forego being sealed inside the vacbed as I detected a tone of annoyance in Mistress’ voice. ‘Where is that bl***y tube?’, she said. The tube is required to seal the vacbed, and being black in a predominantly black environment was making itself very hard to detect! Fortunately Maggie did manage to win the game of hide and seek, finding the tube located down the back of the latex covered bed and I was thankfully back on route to rubber heaven.

The vacbed was sealed and we were off. The familiar drone of the pump lasted for a while with nothing appearing to happen, then as more of the air was sucked out and the rubber began tightening around me I noticed a sensation not noted on previous vacuuming sessions. In the final few seconds before complete compression, the latex starts to feel cooler and then you are in; stuck and breathing through the new equipment. Through the smoky semi transparent haze of the vac bag I could vaguely see the rhythmic fluctuation of a rebreather bag and then Mistress gave me a couple of puffs on the aroma delivery system.

It is a rare thing to be given aromas without some kind of added sensation, and true to form Mistresses sadistic streak surfaced and the electrics ramped up to just below unbearable. That's where I stayed for a good long while, unable to move any distance yet able to flex bits of body.

The relentless electrics, the vibrations up 'ol rusty’, the gentle caresses from my rubber clad Mistress gliding over my super tight bondage situation, intermingled with the occasional whiff of aroma had the inevitable effect and I exploded inside the vacbed. I didn't expect that result but obviously Mistress was somewhat pleased that her innovative modified breathing system had worked to the extent of forcing a hand free orgasm. 

By the time Mistress thought I had had enough I was truly knackered; far more drained than on any other vac'ing session and it took me a while to extricate myself. Again, care is required when clambering out. If you rush there is a chance of damaging the vac bag, so softly softly.

As this was the first attempt at the new breathing system, Mistress asked for feedback. There were only a few comments that I thought appropriate: bloody fantastic, an excellent breathing system but when Maggie asked me to secure the breathing mask at the start, I should have made sure it was high enough on the bridge of my nose to allow unfettered nasal breathing. I received the effects of the aromas but part of their appeal is the smell as it is drunk in.

Thank you to Mistress Maggie for once again trusting me to trial her new ideas and thanks for another wonderful and tiring session. 

Your faithful slave 'ol rusty rectum’.

Vac Packed BIG Balls

Probably the nicest day so far in 2019. The sky had a few wispy clouds but was predominantly blue and the temperature soared into the mid teens. Virtually no wind and all in all a perfect day for serving my owner. Mistress Maggie prefers to choose what rubber I’m dressed in so I arrived in vanilla clothes with the single adornment of my slave collar. The winter bug which had smote me during my last visit was almost gone, just a slight sniffle going on, but nothing else to dampen my enthusiasm for the wonderful session which lay ahead.

Slowly I made my way down the road towards The Chambers dawdling for a few moments to check the time, even the traffic was benign. When the time came, I sauntered across the road carrying my perv bag and rang the doorbell. From that moment my day just got better and better as Maggie greeted me in tight latex, a narrow skirt and tight low cut bodice skimmed her curves and a most brilliant white wig framed her face, giving a stark contrast to the very dark latex and the effect was absolutely stunning.

Taking dainty steps Mistress announced her skirt was a little too tight to walk in and every few steps she stopped abruptly, ostensibly to readjust her balance before smoothing down her skirt and continuing up the stairs to The Playroom. Not a word was said but I have become aware of Maggie's mischievous tempting ways and was alert to these abrupt pauses, it would have been so easy to bump my face against those glorious orbs and the thought certainly passed my mind with each stop, but I didn't. Instead I smiled a lustful grin but kept my distance until safely in the warmth of The Playroom.

The unusually warm February day also appeared to have caught Mistresses heater on the hop. Normally Maggie has a wonderful ambiance in the room but today in an attempt to warm up the rubber for the session the temperature had become a little too warm for comfort, hobbling over to the corner Maggie slammed the dial down and soon the heat would be under control. The time gave me opportunity to check out the goodies that had been laid out, the most prominent being the vacbed. It had been a while since I’d been incarcerated inside it and it looked like it was going to be another of those lucky days! I also spied the wonderful thin red latex suit that Maggie had designed and created herself; loose fitting and incredibly comfortable to wear. Oh boy, with the vacbed and the special suit, was this latex loving slave in for a real treat or what?

Alternate use of the Medical Drape - Suffocation!

First though I was asked for a full report on my health following my very poor performance in the previous session. I knew I had disappointed Maggie with my stupidity and had managed to contravene two cardinal rules in the process. I’d over exaggerating my plight by saying ‘I’m dying’ and had failed to observe Rule 17 - slave must endeavour to keep Mistress enlightened at all times.

Though there was no threat of physical punishment I could see how disappointed she was with me by the look in her eyes as she recounted what had happened. The hardest part was the calm chastisement that Mistress gave for my actions; a punishment that will stay with me far longer than any cane marks, electrical torture or other form of retribution which I might deserve. Put simply, after 159 sessions I really should have known better. I am also fortunate that Mistress does not bear any form of a grudge (I hope) and once I had reassured her that I was determined not to make the same mistakes again we quickly progressed to the meat of today's session.

I was stood to attention gazing at my beautiful Mistress as she gently reached inside her bodice and with that silky smooth whisper said ‘I have something for you slave’. A length of black 'pothole' tights emerged. ‘From a a brand new pair, just for you', she declared. Then taking the red latex suit in one hand and leading her slave with the other I was escorted to the Clinic.

Parallel infusions - one each side of the ballsac

After teasing me with what else may be inside that tight bodice - as if I didn't know, the catsuit in a very appropriate ‘clinic red’ was handed over to me so I could prepare myself for the operation ahead. As I carefully began dressing it started to dawn on me what was likely to happen next because I spied two bags of saline solution hanging idly from the IV stand. Maggie progressed to helping me with the zippers, arranging them so I could bend to have an inflatable butt plug inserted and my genitals were left exposed, otherwise I was fully covered in latex and feeling wonderful.

I was helped onto the waiting couch, settled in and given that rather nice white latex hood before finally being strapped down to await the infusion. There really wasn’t much I could do now, but if I tried really hard I was just able to move my left hand to stroke Mistresses bottom whenever it came within range, which happened on all too few occasions.

The next stage was truly delightful - one might say the calm before the storm. Mistress took a good handful of cocoa butter and methodically massaged it all over the scrotal area to make it more soft and pliable. Lying there relaxing as this most beautiful woman plays with your balls is idyllic.

Mistress clearly had some high spirits to get rid of before the serious work of the scrotal infusion, and once finished massaging me she promptly placed the plastic sheet intended for surrounding my operation site over my head, stretching it over my face and smothered me with it. For those few minutes I just lay there enjoying the smothering and inhaling the glorious plastic smell that exudes from it. After that I found out what the pothole tights were for, on previous occasions when Mistress has inflated my ball sac it was left to expand at its own rate, but on this occasion Maggie carefully fixed the piece of stocking over my cock and balls to add restriction as the ball sac expanded. Hmm, that should prove interesting.

Nipple extension at the same time as scrotal inflation. Excellent!

The cannulas were now being expertly inserted, one per side due to the potential litre payload. Sterile tubes were being removed from their packaging and being thoroughly checked for kinks. Once satisfied Mistress allowed the saline to flow, clearing the lines of any unwelcome bubbles before attaching them to her slave. A procedure so gentle I barely notice the infusion and the most pain I felt was a tiny prick as the needles went in. From my strapped down position the drip feed was visible and everything appeared to be running smoothly, though the drip rate to the right ball was comparatively slower resulting in a new cannula being fitted to rectify the issue.

It takes quite a while for the full infusion, and rather than idle away the time Maggie had decided that remedial work would be undertaken on my recalcitrant nipples. They’ve been particularly unhelpful recently, particularly the left one, and Mistress was about to begin her campaign to make them more grabable!. A few lungfuls of relaxing aromas came my way and then I felt the first dollop of lube being applied to my nipples. ‘This will ensure a good airtight grip slave’, then using circular motions Maggie massaged it in and applied one of her large size vac pumps to each nipple.

Pothole tights create the final masterpiece of control.

Just three slow pumps and those pumps were sucking up a lot more than just a nipple! I probably shouldn't say this but it was an almost enjoyable experience due to the aromas. I was totally nonplussed, however, to demonstrate the pleasures and pains that can be created by nipples Maggie freed hers from the confines of her tight bodice and rather erotically held them for her captured slaves’ frustrated admiration.

Mistress had more work planned and inspecting the saline bags and how full her pothole tights had become she concluded that 750ml was about right for the effect she wished to achieve. I think she was rather pleased with the aesthetics because she kept gently stroking my ball sac, whereas I was definitely pleased that my beautiful Mistress was gently stroking my ball sac and it had nothing to do with aesthetics!

As an aside, another of those impromptu amusing moments occurred as Maggie removed the sterile drape. It had gone on alright but due to my extraordinary ball size she had to resort to bringing out her scissors and cutting it off. No, not my cock or balls, that would be a waste of good saline, but the single use drape!

Moving swiftly on, I was instructed to carefully dismount from the couch and bend over to have my butt plug deflated, out it came and an electrode was wired up and shoved up my now vacant rear. Holding the leads out of the way we made our way back to The Playroom where I was divested of the thin red operating suit. Once again I mustn’t damage it so followed Mistress’ instructions, as I always do. Once in the warmth Maggie passed me a large towel so I could thoroughly dry myself, and for the first time I could really enjoy the unusual feeling of my heavyweight balls, still encased in Maggie’s restricting tights. A few puffs of talc and I was ready to climb inside the vacbed.

A well defined, vac-packed inflated ballsac

The vacbed is side entry, an ample size for a porky slave like me to scramble into and take my position under the breathing hole. Because of my recent throat problems Mistress thoughtfully provided a neck cushion to raise my head a little, with an anaesthetic mask and tube strapped to my head I was soon settled down to what promised to be a most interesting and spectacular finale, starting with Maggie actually climbing inside the bag. Well, half of her, so she could attach sticky electro pads on me, two rows of pads were attached, eight in all, starting adjacent to my inflated balls and ending halfway up my chest.

With so many wires I must have looked like a telephone exchange, but Maggie managed to bundle them all up neatly, connecting them to the corresponding controls on the outside of the bag and tested them out. ‘Are you receiving slave? Are you receiving?’ 

Then the real fun started. The air inside the bed was pumped out and Maggie left the pump running to maintain the strong vacuum resulting in my total immobilisation. On went the anal electrode. That was quite pleasant and 'tingly' on its own even when raised to quite a high level, but what really started me gyrating were the two rows of chest electrodes, each independently controlled and not quite synchronised. First a pulse, pulse, tingle, throb on the left side followed closely by a pulse, pulse, tingle throb on the right side to be repeated at frequent, regular intervals. All automatic of course apart from Mistress occasionally turning up the volume until all eight pads reached an eventual high at level 14. By this time, I was hopping about inside the vacbed and getting quite excited, all helped by snorts of aroma through the aroma pump hose that Maggie had rigged up to my only air source, and the sensual touches of her hands as she stroked me through my tight latex covering.

WARNING: This 70 second clip of my pulsating vac bed experience has audio:-

Unknown to me, Maggie was intent on bringing me to climax today, her Hitachi being her weapon of choice. There was absolutely nothing I could do or wanted to do to prevent the inevitable. This time the forced climax was like no other I had experienced. My balls were massively inflated and by now my cock shaft was inflated as well, the ejaculation seemed to go on for ever. Normally it fires out and is over relatively swiftly, but today because of the restrictions the pleasure lasted so much longer.

I think Mistress was pleased with the results of today's training because as I was leaning over the bath helping Maggie clean up, a hand reached in from behind and was ’tossing’ and ’weighing' my balls as you might assess oranges, or pears in a supermarket. I certainly wasn't complaining at that extra fondle!

And finally, I do enjoy having massive inflated balls, it’s quite an experience to handle them, but fortunately or unfortunately after 24 hours they do return to almost normal leaving me with the desire for another trip to Mistress Maggie’s enticing domain.

A Normal Day for a Latex Slave

Another 'normal' day attending the Mistress Maggie slave training school here in the North West.

Normal in the sense that Mistress heard me ring her bell and answered the door to the Chambers, looking stunningly attractive as usual; today wearing a black and white nurses outfit. That tight sexy corset may be disapproved of in Holby City, but it certainly gained my attention and approval.

Normal in the sense that despite 106 training sessions with my Mistress, I still get incredibly excited as I follow closely behind those latex clad buttocks as we make our way upstairs to the Playroom.

Normal as I am instructed to change from my outdoor clothes into the latex gloves and socks that Mistress likes.

Normal as I am proudly wearing my leather slave collar, and finally, normal because as usual I have no idea where Mistress wants to take her slave today. That normal familiar thrill of having promised to - Willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question, sets my heart racing. And knowing I will do everything I can to keep that promise.

Bending low before my Mistress I showed my normal devotions with long slow worship of the tall platform shoes she was wearing. Standing splendid, Maggie played her cat o' nine tails across my bare back and side, across my buttocks and occasionally down the cleft between my cheeks; tantalisingly tickling my balls through my open legs with the gentlest of flicks. Nothing painful, but sufficiently irregular to maintain my utmost attention to the cleaning job in hand, or I should say mouth, as I was eagerly licking those shoes in an attempt to further perfect my cleaning technique.

In response to her enquiry, I delved in my 'perv bag’ to retrieve a pair of panties that Mistress had asked me to return to her; the very same pair of soiled panties that Mistress had presented to me on my 100th session way back in April. I had to enjoy the scent and flavours at home, placing them back into their zip seal bag each time I’d worshipped them, then return the beautiful item when Mistress demanded. As normal, her panties must be freshly laundered, and this time preferably with a fresh laundry aroma. Previously I had not laundered them properly and I wouldn’t make that mistake twice; I had cleaned them and double cleaned them so they smelled 'as new’. I was relieved when Maggie inspected them, this time appearing happy with my laundering and not needing to pick up her cane.

As normal, with very little ceremony and lots of lube, Mistress took the opportunity to install my butt plug in its rightful place and helped me into my black latex catsuit. I followed her into the Clinic where I was to become her rubber patient. I received Mistresses ‘bandage hood’, a hood I remember Mistress making specially for silencing her White Room patients; a latex hood with long neck, tied in place with the attached long, white latex bandages that create a very effective seal across the small mouth hole. As normal, Mistress then made sure her slave was comfortable with the judicial placing of the Clinic pillow.

Now, I would normally expect Mistress to securely strap me to the gynae couch, but on this occasion she was even more mischievous than normal. Knowing how much I like to stroke her latex clad buttocks whenever they are in range, she whispered that she would very much like it if I could perform that little luxurious task and my right hand would be left unrestrained and free to caress her glorious globes whenever they swayed my way.

What an absolute tease Mistress can be. There I was with a big smile under the bandage, my right arm free of all fetters and ready to stroke the bum of my rubberised catheter nurse.

As you might guess, ALL the while Maggie was inserting the catheter, her bum and my arm were swinging on opposite sides of the operating table. I might as well have had my right arm lopped off for all the good it was doing caressing those latex buttocks. Hmm! maybe it's best not to suggest that, it being my wanking arm and knowing how well equipped and devious she is!

However, despite its stout securing strap, I did get my left hand into a position to manage an occasional stroke, and my efforts kept me sufficiently sidetracked, to prevent me noticing that the catheter had been clinically and cleanly installed. Maggie really is good at that operation.

Normally, Mistress would immediately attach the drainage bag and my bladder would begin releasing its contents, giving a little relief from that growing urge to pee. Nope, the outlet was firmly bunged with a catheter plug, me and my bladder were to be kept waiting for the growing necessity to relieve myself. Mistress continued with her operations, the butt plug needed to come out to be quickly replaced by the electrified Kegel balls, and once Maggie was satisfied that I was receiving my stimulation in the form of a good belt of northern electricity, we returned to the Playroom for my insertion into the vacuum bag. Politicians make much about the Northern Power House, let me tell them Mistress has been operating it successfully for years!

It was obvious right from the start of the session that the vacbed would be used, as it was already assembled on the floor when I arrived and even this stupid slave can discern an object so black and so large. But it was still a real thrill to hear Maggie giving me an explanation of what was to come.

A quick check that I understood both her intentions and her safety rules, a simple mask providing cover for my mouth and nose and I was ready. A big dollop of lube was spread along the opening to assist with sealing the vacuum, then I was instructed to carefully climb inside my rubber womb.

Mistress made sure the small breather tube attached to the mask was secure in the vacbed’s breathing hole, my mouth remained unobstructed and I was still able to communicate with Mistress. The electric levels were turned up to set my bum balls throbbing, and with the catch bag attached my inflated bladder finally got relief from the nagging urge to urinate. Not much but oh what a relief. As normal, Mistress forever considerate for her slave's well-being, placed a comfortable cushion under the nape of my neck. The whirr of the vacuum pump completed incarceration. It is an incredible feeling to feel the gradual removal of the air and then it comes all of a rush as the last vestiges are sucked out and you become immobile.

Mistress then told me that she was to advance my breath training whilst in the vacbed, I would have to rely on a re-breather bag as a lifeline for a while, but I managed on the three litre bag quite nicely. Long slow breaths now and I was really starting to enjoy being immobile, totally enclosed in tight rubber and I know Mistress likes the rhythmic breathing sound as it indicates that I am alive and untroubled. With my latest training, I think I could have maintained that steady rhythm for hours. I wonder if you can actually sleep in that situation? The downside is that my visibility was restricted to a very dull dark grey haze of the rest of the world, and worse that I could only see shadows of my Mistress as she floated around, occasionally checking that her slave was OK and doing Mistress things to her encapsulated plaything.

My other senses compensated and I knew there was going to be a change to my breathing, as Maggie announced that she would enjoy replacing the re-breather bag with her personal dildo toy, and I could share her enjoyment via a hosepipe attached to my incarcerated face. I could almost taste Mistress as she pleasured herself.

I could also see the little points of light, created by Mistress when she let her nectar flow around my mouth and eyes, giving strange sparkles of twinkling light, as her fluids refracted the Playroom light through the otherwise dull grey of the vacuum bag. For a fleeting moment I thought of the night sky and millions of twinkling stars. Funny where your mind drifts when you are in heaven.

And that was that. I couldn't do anything inside the bag, but I gain huge enjoyment knowing that I have played even a small passive part in my Mistress enjoying her slave.

Was this a 'normal session'? Yes, but only to the extent that normality means that nothing is taken for granted; Normal that Mistress Maggie always surprises me with the variety of her training, and normal that I leave another session knowing I am even more under the control of a superb Mistress.

Another normal day in Mistress Maggie's Training School.

Vacuum Packed slave

Life as one of Mistress Maggie's slaves isn't all a bed of roses. Try as I might to avoid anything that would give Mistress Maggie the slightest excuse to administer additional punishment, I frequently end up with the juxtaposition by mentioning what I think are the most innocent and innocuous of things. Maggie is razor sharp when it comes to picking up even a hint of an excuse, then strikes like a coiled cobra to pounce and enthusiastically administer an extra flogging, strapping or caning to her useless slave. All fully deserved of course as Mistress is always right.

I had been told by Mistress that she was looking for a reason to thrash me, and demanding her time with ‘petty pedantries’ was enough to earn such a thrashing. I thought I was being helpful but Mistress, as always, knew I was being a smart arse so promptly set about giving me a smarting arse. The session got off the ground, literally as that cane does really make you jump, with a caning. I hadn't even been given time to change from my outdoor clothes. Down with pants, for a good caning with me once again spread over the whipping horse. No gag or restraints. I am well enough trained to do as instructed. Stretch out grunt a bit, even the odd spot of begging or even an occasional tear but otherwise take my punishment like a good slave.

During my corrective treatment I was to recite Rule 4, one of the 16 rules Mistress expects her slaves to live by during their training. That was bloody hard because the cane hurts like hell and I had to remember Rule 4 in between yowling as each stroke found its mark. Rule 4 is a really good one to learn as it does cover a multitude of bad memory lapses during a punishment: The slave cannot possibly know all the rules. - I suggest you learn that one well!


After the whirlwind had subsided and Maggie appeared a lot happier having got rid of some of her tension on her slaves backside, it was back to the schedule as if nothing had happened. In fact, nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. A smart arse slave got his just deserts and punishment from his Mistress. A natural occurrence in the slave world. First to go on were the ox balls and leather separating strap. You can see where they got the name from as my balls look huge in the photo.

On with my rubber gloves and socks, butt plug inserted, helped into the thick black rubber catsuit and I was prepared and very ready for the next part of my training. Maggie did double check that I was OK before advising me that I would be incarcerated in the vac bed for a considerable length of time. A kind of vacuum packing not yet available in the supermarkets. Imagine at checkout, one cucumber, a packet of condoms, a tube of K-Y and, oh yes one vacuum packed slave please! I bet JS's shares would rocket if that ever occurs.

It is reassuring that Maggie always checks safety issues although I felt it unnecessary as I had a delightful experience the first time. Still it doesn't hurt to be cautious and Maggie is always right.

However, having the estim set to Program 4 level 10 around my delicate little bits might hurt quite a bit, particularly if I was inside for ninety minutes to gauge the long-term effects of vac-packing slaves. Does the product remain fresh? What are the results of miscellaneous external stimuli on the goods?  Does the effect of closing the airway for short periods effect the meat and two veg? All vital marketing questions that Maggie needed to investigate.

Finally a snug latex hood and I was settled inside the bed between the two clinging rubber layers with a rubber tube for an airway. The estim went on its insidious, unstoppable journey of teasing and tormenting and Maggie frequently added to that sense of building tension as she stroked my bits and pieces and applied the Playroom vibrator at strategic times to, by then, very sensitive areas. It was all merging into a very tense and exciting 90 minutes as I lay there, vacuum packed and once again in the total control of an exceptional Mistress.

Imagine the absolute high generated when Maggie de-vacuumed the bed, climbed inside and gave me a once over to make sure her property was still as fresh as when packaged and then gave me the most gentle of cuddles. Of course, she removed her red shoes that at the start of the session had received the correct level of slave homage.  I nearly lost control at that stage - but didn't; I have been too well trained for that to be allowed to happen. I think Maggie was satisfied that the vacuum packing is an effective method of slave preservation and control.

The session was far from over and the next bit was certainly going to be more taxing than the vac-bed but hopefully less painful than the cane. My balls were attended to first, squeezed inside a rubber ballsack, I was fitted with a gas mask and wrist and ankle shackles attached and close coupled. A nice touch was the rather fetching leather corset that makes this slave look a little thinner. The intention is, of course another item of bondage but it is really nice to wear for extended periods. The killer was the weight of chain Mistress applied. Most amusing to Maggie as I clinked and clanked down the stairs on my backside and most strenuous to me having ankles and wrists restricted, wearing the gas mask, and not to forget the ox balls that were still in their deadly embrace of my bollocks and came into abrupt contact with each and every step.

As instructed, I made Maggie a cheese and tomato sandwich and coffee and then acted as a footstool whilst Maggie relaxed and ate my offering. No mayonnaise! I had forgot to spread it on the sandwich. Oh merde! (one of my few bits of German).

I didn't think I could take another caning or even the threatened flogging for incompetence as I wearily made my way back to the Playroom to retrieve Maggie's flogger. Fortunately neither did Maggie.

When the gas mask came off she recognised that I was near the end of my tether and accepted that I had tried my hardest in very testing and demanding circumstances. Mistress Maggie is always fair on her slaves and recognises that if a slave genuinely and honestly has stretched his limits, he should not receive extra punishment, well not during the current session anyway. 

It was my own fault. In my strong desire to serve Mistress I hadn't realised how close to that edge I was and I certainly had not alerted Maggie that I was in difficulty. However physical limits are always there to be stretched and next time, Maggie will expect and receive more from her slave.