Under Pressure

On one of the warmest days of summer, I basked in the heat of the sun as I sauntered the short distance from my car to The Chambers, I mused at how fortunate I was to have met Mistress Maggie all those years ago and how thoughtful and caring she can be to her slaves. Apart from wanting to please Maggie, I didn’t have a care in the world.

Mistress, forever considerate to her slaves’ welfare had asked me to pack my perv bag with latex socks, gloves and black shorts. I absolutely love latex, and to be fully covered in it while being controlled by Maggie, on the other hand and given the scorching weather I did not want to be expiring in the Chambers, making things messy and creating a lot of cleaning up.

As the door opened I was greeted by Mistress in a short leatherette dress that showed off her wonderful legs, a wide studded belt kept everything neat around her middle and she wore what I took to be a brand new pair of boots. I naturally enquired if they were a recent acquisition and received confirmation that they were, styled like Roman sandals; open toed with a series of straps that stopped just below the knee. A really good choice for a really hot afternoon.

I returned from the Bathroom wearing the contents of my perv bag. By the time I returned to the playroom for Mistress’s inspection the shorts, being loose legged, were already showing signs of sweat, but obviously a lot cooler than wearing a full rubber suit. 

Now on the floor attending Mistress’s gladiator boots I received a tattoo of loud thwacks as she enthusiastically wielded her luxurious suede whip across my back and buttocks, Maggie calls it her Amsterdam whip as she had bought it while on a trip there. The sound of the whip on the latex shorts reminded me of the old adage that the whips bark is far worse than its bite, in fact there was nothing menacing about it, I just embraced its deliciously sensual feeling as my tongue worked hard at shining her Roman sandals.

It was nice being able to kiss and caress Maggie’s toes through their nylon covering but it was a different matter trying to trace my tongue along the boot’s many straps. As I progressed my buttocks were warming and that was when I felt a slight trickle of sweat, not much but concerning nevertheless, I might wet the whole of the Playroom carpet!

I was prepared for what has recently become Mistress’s new norm when it comes to inserting my butt plug; approach Mistress backwards on all fours and in it goes! Then, turning around, I am to approach Mistress so I can be fitted with my working hood; a simple style with eye and mouth openings and holes for my nostrils. I was to have one extra piece of attire today and Mistress instructed me to lie on the latex bed. The zip on my shorts was opened and she installed a chastity device, finishing with the thrilling click that always accompanies a freshly locked up cock.

A flush of excitement passed over me as I guessed what my training may involve next, and I wasn’t wrong. Mistress said I would be going under her glass toilet to be rehydrated fresh from the source, a duty which is always a privilege. The glass toilet comes with its own hood, one that is snapped into place around the edge of the toilet bowl once its victim is in place he becomes part of the furniture. Mistress pulled the toilet hood over the one as I was already wearing and zipped it up, which made my head look like a black latex flower with the toilet hood hanging around my shoulders like half wilted petals. Well, I suppose all flowers need watering and I was instructed to duck under the toilet to receive mine.

Wrist cuffs were used to secure me to the base of the toilet and a spreader bar attached between my ankles. The anticipation of what I was about to receive was palpable. I got a few glimpses from inside the toilet bowl of Maggie moving around and getting ready to take a seat, and it was a stunning vista.

However, this vision didn’t last long as the toilet seat was closed. There, in the dark I could only wait with growing excitement for what I was about to receive. From inside the pan I believed I could hear a new bottle of aromas being opened, this was confirmed when the lid lifted slightly giving a brief hint of light and a heavily soaked cloth fell on my face. That only added to the excitement. Imagine being a U-bend in a toilet and being able to inhale pleasant smells. I wonder if heaven is akin to being down the toilet, inhaling aromas and awaiting one of the best experiences a pervert could ever want? 

I didn’t have long to wait before I received a full bladder load of Mistresses piss. As she seated herself it was almost as dark as when the seat was down, but I am aware from previous times when I have been in the same situation where my drink will be dispensed from and did my best to position myself accordingly. A slow gentle flow entered my mouth, it allowed me to make final adjustments before Maggie let loose the full flow. Oh what a plentiful and delightful drink with every last drop hitting the bullseye. Maggie examined her toilet, impressed that she couldn’t find a single stray drop of liquid inside the toilet hood she complimented me on my performance. Thank you Maggie I really enjoyed that drink.

At a recent session when we weren’t able to include Mistress’ inflatable rubber suit, she promised I could wear it at the next opportunity. Little were we to know that this would be on one of the hottest days of the summer. Still, Mistress is always good on her promises, and after a quick pit stop to remove my butt plug and replace it with a pair of Kegel balls the suit was bought down from its hanger so I could climb into it. I am really fortunate that I love total latex enclosure and not too bothered by any temperature level, even that of the Playroom today, despite the fan whirring away in an attempt to alleviate the heat.

Before the suit was inflated, Mistress brought out her serving tray and loosely strapped it around my waist and looped it about my shoulders. I have very fond memories of wearing the tray before, for serving two of Mistress’s friends with a cup of tea whilst I was fully rubbered…  I digress.

The electric pump quickly inflated the suit and my double skinned latex ensemble was completed with an inflatable hood, both in a matching pewter colour. I gripped the mouth tube between my teeth while Maggie, rather sensibly, used a hand pump to pump that up. As the hood inflated the Perspex eyes gradually moved up my head so I was left looking predominantly at the top of the walls and ceiling unless I bent forward, that was my visible world. 

Mistress sat in her rightful place on her Throne and expressed her own need to be cooled down, I was called over to fan her. I managed to produce a breeze by wafting the tray, that made a loud clanking sound until I was able to control the chains with my thumbs, then I was offered a clip board which was a lot easier to manoeuvre. What wasn’t so easy were the two trips I was asked to make to the Bathroom, to replenish Mistress’ glass with cool refreshing water. 

These two trips were made far more difficult as Maggie insisting I carried the glass on the tray. I carefully manoeuvred through the Playroom door and headed down the corridor with the glass suitably balanced on the tray. I have a confession to make, that as soon as I closed the Playroom door I carried the glass which I thought was both quicker and safer, returning the glass to the tray as I knocked on the Playroom door for re-entry.

What turned out to be a very fortunate unplanned incident occurred, caused by the hood’s high pressure driving the zip open until my head popped out of its covering. Why was this incident so fortunate? Well, when we replaced the hood, I firstly adjusted it so that the Perspex glasses would actually allow me to focus on my Mistress without having to crane my neck and the hood was further secured with my slave collar. It was far, far easier after that to see where I was going on further trips to the bathroom. 

After cooling and amusing Mistress with a lot more fanning I had the tray detached and was secured, spread eagled to the latex bed. The inflatable hood was removed and replaced with the red gas mask and aromas pump hose, and my inflatable suit was pumped up a bit more. Ah a little relief from all the hard fanning, or so I thought. Fortunately the plentiful supply of aromas helped me to withstand the torments of the electrified drum brush that Mistress raked across my exposed metal chastity cage that I was still wearing. I think Maggie was most amused by the dance I did to her drum beats, I was doing so much jerking, jiggling along with the occasional pitiful plea. She sure could make a good drummer in a rock 'n’ roll band with her rhythmic rattling!

All good things come to an end and I was finally released from the bed to divest myself of the inflatable suit and Kegel balls. The air extraction can be a slow process, but because of the volume of fluids that had built up inside the suit I was able to carefully ease it off while still partially deflated.

Mistress offered me a coffee and John, Maggie's husband, did raise an eyebrow that I had actually been subjected to the inflatable suit on such a hot day, but in reality I loved it. The heat, the snugness and the sweat all added to my delight at yet another stunning session. Thank you Mistress Maggie. Roll on session 252. 

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Friday the 13th's Test and Exam

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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Live Wire Act

I really receive intense satisfaction and immense pleasure from being able to act as Mistress Maggie’s guinea pig or crash test dummy. Both pig and dummy fit my status as her slave, but the important part is that it allows me to fulfil my promise to do everything Mistress asks, immediately and without question. I also get pleasure in knowing I am helping other subjects receive the most wonderful tested experiences. Mistress treats me like a responsible (almost) slave and always gives me a comprehensive explanation of any new projects she wishes to test on me, and I in turn am expected to give comprehensive feedback about the effects and affects of the new procedure.

Sometimes Mistress gives a hint about what she has planned during a session in the calling mails she sends to me, and this time the hint was accurate.

Your Mistress will be training you to perform in her live wire act. 

From that I gathered it would be a new experience involving electrics and I wasn’t wrong. The thought of some new testing had my pulse racing and other parts stirring on my way to The Chambers.

Nice day, arrived on time to be greeted by my owner in a fetching nurses outfit of brief black latex leotard, gloves and stockings held up with statement red suspenders which really accentuated her beautiful legs, all topped off with her red nurses cap and sinister black cross. I was back where I wanted and needed to be.

I returned from the Bathroom where I’d been instructed to change into my black latex socks and gloves and assumed my kneeling position ready to worship Mistress’s footwear. To my surprise before starting my work, Mistress had me turn round and crawl backwards towards her chair until my bottom was caressing her open thighs. For a brief moment it was very exciting as I could feel her stockings, but in rapid time my arse was lubed up and my red butt plug was lodged in its home like a rat up a drainpipe.

Now I could start my boot worship which I was able to do feeling stuffed in the rear. I was honoured; well Mistress said I was honoured, to receive encouragement from her oldest 9 tail whip to encourage her subject with the homage.  Mistress used it moderately to ensure my tongue moved diligently. The encouragement is never needed as I was already well under Maggie’s spell and enjoying the caress of the 9 tail, 

Moments later I received a gentle stroke through my hair, yep I still have a reasonable covering, and was told the time had come to get into my rubber.Today I’d be wearing my thick working suit that Maggie had measured me up for when I was buying latex wear from Invincible. The routine is tried and tested. A little talc to assist dressing, gently massaging to distribute the talc within the suit but without spilling it on the carpet, and by now I am able to largely don the suit under my own steam. Ankle and wrist zips fastened and all that remains is a quick polish by Mistress. I love the feeling of standing arms outstretched as Mistress gently rubs a towel to remove any smears of powder that have found their way onto the surface of her rubbered slave.

Now suited and shiny, Mistress grabbed the ring on my collar and led me through to The Clinic, needless to say I followed! On arrival I was inserted into a simple red latex straight jacket which captured my arms in a sweet embrace. The couch had been covered with a cream latex sheet which I was to lie on. Once my legs had been secured in the raised stirrups. Maggie opened my crotch zip in order to expose my butt plugged bum. Toying with a string of anal beads that she was holding up for me to view she said, ‘There’s only one place for these to go isn’t there slave?’. My butt plug was removed and the string of balls quickly crowded into that obvious place. ‘Ahh, there’s still plenty of room left in there’, she said and promptly reinserted my butt plug alongside the balls. That raised a titter from Maggie and a big smile from me, while down below something else was raised as well. Another first and surprisingly comfortable too.

Mistress raised the back of the couch so I could sit almost bolt upright and began strapping me securely in place. She explained that she was going to attempt a nasal tube insertion, a procedure that was only 50% successful on a previous occasion. The tubes came out of a sterilisation pouch and were lubed up before being gently inserted, right nostril first. My gag reflex was considerable as the tube bent round, but I was pleased and relieved when Mistress said she could see it at the back of my throat With long forceps at the ready she was able to grab the tube and guide it out through my mouth. The same for my left nostril ensued leaving me with two tubes, one per nostril with good lengths protruding from my mouth. Hurray, we had accomplished what we had failed to achieve last time.

Fitting the white latex hood on me was a simple matter of feeding the nasal tubes through the appropriate holes then zipping up the back. Mistress then joined the ends of the hoses to create a rubber ring in each nostril. This training served the purpose of bringing me closer to being able to wear a hood that has long integrated nasal tubes, an idea that Mistress knows I’ve been fascinated with for some time.

Mistress was struggling with lifting the heavy extension that she was now fitting to the couch. I wish I could have helped but I was securely strapped down and was wearing the straight jacket! Mistress persisted until it snapped into place. She didn’t need to struggle to open my crotch zip further though, and with a swift twiddle and tie had my cock and balls securely roped tight.

Not wanting her guinea pig to be leaving the table mid operation, Mistress chose to catheterise me; a procedure which is becoming harder and harder due to the tightness of my foreskin, which now restricts access to my urethra. Eventually I did experience the familiar thrill I get whenever I surrender my bladder control to my Mistress, when after around five minutes of hit and miss, she eventually slipped it in.

And now the real guinea pig duties were explained. Maggie was going to weave a sterile steel wire into my cock which would be used to create an electric circuit and a second circuit would be created using a piercing needle as an electrode. Having the wire inserted was a little uncomfortable but not painful, Maggie threaded the wire through the skin on my shaft in four places, and I was being fed hearty applications of a rather nice aroma through an anaesthetic mask during the whole procedure. I am so well trained to accept needles that I barely felt anything when she added the piercing needles to her arrangement. 

Maggie aired her disappointment at the amount of blood the wire had caused, she is not afraid of blood but does consider spilled blood unhygienic, as a result she tries to keep any bleeding to a minimum wherever possible. Besides the little bleed, the stitching had progressed well and it was time to start adding some electrics. Two electro pads were attached at the top of my legs to allow the two electric circuits to be complete and we were ready for the live wire act that I’d been advised I’d be performing in!

The two circuits started well and worked for a time at acceptable levels, until a most excruciating belt across my cock and balls had me shrieking like a guinea pig for Mistress. We managed to stop the shriek and proceeded with a few blasts of the remedial juice I’d been inhaling. When the same thing happened a second time, Mistress turned off the circuits and declared that she will not be using this method in future and so the ‘live wire performance’ was concluded. We decided that the two circuits could interfere with each other too easily by using the wire, creating a powerful shock, and the movement caused by my excitement may have contributed. This is one new procedure that will not be inflicted on other slaves and I have completed my role of pig-cum-crash test dummy. Win win for me and other slaves.

The cath’s bung was removed and I was finally able to release what felt like a gallon of pent up pee into a collection bag. I was so glad about this, because what followed next may well have forced a tsunami of pee from its reservoir!

As a reward for the guinea piggery, Mistress granted me a good long pegging. She told me that she’d applied a hook through my foreskin to keep my cock and balls nicely tied out of the way, which was strange because I hadn’t noticed, maybe because I was so relieved that the electrics were off. There wasn't enough room alongside the beads and butt plug already occupying my ass to slip a strap on dildo in as well, so these were removed. With all the room created, the huge dildo didn’t feel as huge as it had looked and slid in smoothly and so sensually as Mistress proceeded to give my bum a complete and thorough workout. The first one for a while, one that I was grateful to receive and I loved it.

I think it is fair to say that other slaves will not be subjected to the live electrified wire and I am really grateful for everything that Mistress Maggie allows me to experience, and as I said at the start, I love being a guinea pig for my owner.

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Perfect Podiatry

I hadn't a Scoobie about today’s session. Mistress Maggie , as frequently happens, threw her slave a curved ball and announced -

'Pack your kitbag with your Invincible suit, black accessories and trusty butt plug’.

All I could glean was that it was going to be a fun session and in black! No matter though, because any other thoughts I’d had paled into insignificance when Mistress opened the door to the Chambers. I was greeted by an absolutely stunning sight, Mistress was in her tight fitting black latex catsuit trimmed with red, a statement piece of a red belt hung around her waistline and she sported a complimenting shorter red hairstyle. The catsuit accentuated all of her best bits, that is all over by the way, and already I was deeply back under her spell.

When Maggie stopped two steps from the top of the staircase I couldn’t help myself, I just had to plant one kiss on her right cheek. The one immediately in front of my ogling eyes and covered in shiny latex, I wouldn’t dare to try a similar move on any other of her cheeks. Fortunately either Mistress didn't seem to notice or I hadn't overstepped my boundaries, because I didn't receive any form of admonishment. Phew!

On reaching the Playroom and having all our introductory pleasantries complete, I brought out a couple of items that I thought may help Mistress and make her life easier when tightening chains, restraining slaves etc. and I was asked to spend a little time demonstrating their uses. As usual, with most of my ill thought out suggestions, I don’t think Mistress was immediately taken with their usefulness, but she agreed to examine the items at her leisure and think about their practicalities.

The demo had taken much more than a few moments which resulted in a shorter time for worship, a shame really because after my sneaked kiss on the stairs I was feeling incredibly subservient, and bowing down before her ready to take care of her boots I was right in the zone for pleasing my Mistress. My curtailed time resulted in an unexpected instruction. ‘One kiss to each boot slave’, she said, and that was it! As I have frequently said, you cannot anticipate Maggie’s next move and that is what contributes to the superb dynamism of all my training sessions and my relationship with my Mistress.

I was soon out of my boring outdoor clothes and standing super shiny in my Invincible catsuit, matched up with black latex socks and gloves. Once my latex work hood was applied I became an all-black, (nothing to do with New Zealand rugby), latex slave. The hood is superb to wear but later on did play its part in a premature end to the session.

Next I was on the bed with my bum in the air having my trusty butt plug installed. Even though it fits in easily, I always experience that little shudder of delight as the final rib seals itself in place. 

Now, fully plugged and rubbered, Mistress took hold of the ring in my slave collar and guided me through to the Clinic. To my amazement and complete delight, Maggie elegantly raised herself onto the couch and reclined with a leg in each stirrup and announced that care of her feet was long overdue. I had been allowed to do this before, so just got on with it!

Now her position REALLY flustered me. Imagine the scene, the most beautiful Mistress recumbent on the couch, legs wide open and very relaxed. I mean I really didn’t know where to look. Her beautiful private parts clad in glorious tight rubber were right in front of my eyes, I decided that the only sane course of action was to totally avoid looking at Mistress’s abdomen by sitting at right angles to do the pedicure.

It had been a while since Mistress granted me the privilege of attending to her feet, but fortunately all the procedures came flooding back. Gently undo the zip and ease off the boot, remove the sock and then off you go. As an aside, it is very sensible to wear conventional socks, as I have found to my cost that wearing latex ones can lead to sock damage through stretching. Back to the pedicure, Mistress pointed me in the direction of her disposable glove supplies, then gloved and in charge of an emery board I got to work. Maggie highlighted which bits of her foot needed care and attention. As you would expect I worked very carefully in the designated areas, asking Mistress to check on my progress at fairly frequent intervals. 

On a couple of occasions I managed to locate a ticklish spot on Mistress’s feet and her delightful laugh was music to my ears. I will not disclose that delightful spot, but I was feeling a little mischievous and approached that special spot a few more times just to hear that wonderful laugh. Once I had finished both feet to Maggie’s satisfaction I gently applied foot cream and finally managed a couple more kisses on each big toe. Well, I had to make up for the initial short worship session, didn't I?

Rebooting was the reverse of de-booting. Sock on, boots on and zipped, ending with a satisfied Mistress and a VERY pleased slave. I was somewhat proud that I had avoided staring at Mistress in her latex with her legs spread wide for the pedicure. I felt like I had been really useful for a change.

It was my turn next on the couch and not for a pedicure. I was to have a catheter fitted, as usual it was cleanly inserted in a sterile environment and Mistress planned on having me filling up the rubber catheter bag today, last used by me on our day trip to Chorley. At this stage the catheter remained plugged and the bag unattached. The final clinical act was the replacement of my own butt plug with an inflatable vibrating version. Yes it was inflated later to quite a volume and yes the vibrations sent pleasant sensations coursing through my lower parts!

Paying attention to the wires leading to the zipped up butt plug I was led back to the Playroom where a totally different activity awaited me. I had mentioned at the last session how it might be interesting to be mummified in a standing position and that was exactly what Mistress had planned. We had discussed how this could be made easier and safer for Mistress and the first bit was to sit me down, cling film my shoulders and apply gaffer tape over the top to provide the foundations for later.

Next I was strapped into the leather body harness that would be keeping me upright followed by attention to feet. Same principle. Cling film followed by tape up to and just above my knees, leaving a temporary gap so I could bend knees while I stood up ready for the final taping. The stool was used to good effect to rest my taped feet and thus reduce the strain on Maggie as she did up the thighs. 

Bend knees, stand up with Maggie’s assistance and once the body harness was connected to the ceiling rig I could sway but not fall over. Unfortunately, in the act of standing it was essential that I grab the overhead to steady myself, which totally disrupted the neck and shoulder taping, and as I was towering over Mistress she thought the best course would be to remove the, by now, ungainly shoulder wrapping. I couldn’t help thinking that the two tools we discussed at the start would have been useful here, thus saving Mistress more strain.

The Playroom mirror was adjusted so I could watch my transformation from latex slave to silver mummy; Maggie smoothing her hands over my gaffer tape skin, fashioning holes in my covering to allow butt plug and catheter tubes to be threaded through to the outside, seeing myself being pumped, vibrated and drained at her will. It is a highly erotic sight to see your shape disappearing as Maggie progresses with her wrapping, until I ended up looking like a bag of spuds in silver foil or perhaps a crisp packet?

The rubber catheter bag was now fitted in place and instead of taping my head Mistress deployed the system mask. Because of the size difference, my poor Mistress was having to stretch up and tease the hood over my existing working hood. She managed it of course, but one of the consequences was the internal mask settled fairly and squarely over my mouth. The seal created by the System Mask was SO effective that I couldn’t talk at all. I have never worn such an effective gag. There wasn’t a problem receiving air because my nose was clear and I could breathe easily. The problem was that I could not create any coherent communications with Mistress, I was limited to grunts or croaks.

With the attached rebreather bag steadily rising and falling and an aromas hose delivering regular supplies of intoxicating aromas I was relaxed, I just gazed through the mask and thought how lucky I was to be the plaything of such a stunning person. I felt totally safe although a little apprehensive, because earlier I’d noticed Mistress marking where my open nipple zips were, which didn’t bode well for my nipples as I hung helpless, a thought that was only disturbed by some extra pumps on the inflatable plug and the constant drone of the deeply embedded invader lodged inside of me.

As time passed and with my hands being confined tightly, pins and needles started to appear. By now I had manoeuvred my left hand and was able to massage my groin area but the right hand was stuck. The needles started to become an issue and I tried to communicate this to Mistress, but all that emerged were heavy guttural noises which Maggie read as a distress call, she asked if I was having difficulty breathing, I really wasn’t but the mask had to come off nevertheless. Hearing that I was challenged by the pins and needles Maggie declared an end to this session's training and we started the process of de-mummification. This early exit was my fault for not thinking through what I had suggested given Mistress’s diminished physical ability.

As we eased me out of my hot rubber, Mistress thoughtfully asked if all that hanging around had made me thirsty. How could I resist when there was the possibility of some fine nectar coming my way and immediately said yes. Maggie returned from the bathroom with a jug full of her pre-prepared piss and handed it to me as a final delight. My nicely chilled and refreshing drink was just what this slave needed as a resuscitator, and thank goodness my mouth wasn’t blocked anymore!

Thank you Mistress Maggie, I got a lot from the session but also know I disappointed you due to the premature end.

NB: This 2:07min foot care clip has audio

Continuing the Bedtime Reading

It was simple guidance issued by Mistress Maggie for this session -

‘Your rubber Mistress fancies a plaything with zero access for a session that has a potentially happy ending’.

Yet these 16 words set off a kaleidoscope of separate threads that my imagination could explore. Simple yet so exciting. Was I to be plugged, catheterised and gagged then covered totally in rubber? Was there a gas mask, rebreather, aromas pump hose involved? Any of these were a possibility but Mistress had enhanced my excitement by wanting a ‘plaything’. Could I be just a rubber toy with the sole purpose of entertaining my adorable Mistress? That last thought opens up many more avenues to explore and actually embodies the sole purpose of her slave; to provide Maggie with pleasure.

There was only one way to find out, and at 14:30 all these mysteries began to unfold. At that chosen hour I was greeted by my latex goddess, her long black skirt practically touched the floor, her long sleeved top reached up to her chin and the whole latex ensemble was pinched in with a corset, she had a plume of golden blonde hair cascading atop of her tight fitting hood. Well, if Mistress wants a rubber plaything this all rubber outfit had set the scene admirably.

Following closely up to the Playroom I glimpsed Mistress’s long black boots and the whole image had me drooling by the time she rested herself on her Throne. ‘Clean those glorious boots slave, lick any dust from their long seams first’, she instructed. I made my tongue busy, working my way up and down all seams while Mistress maintained steady but moderately gentle encouragement with her soft whip. Understanding the rule of not straying from the boots I tried my old tactic of licking to the very top of the boot where I could gently caress her inner thighs with my hair. Just within the rules I think. When the boots were dust free Maggie stood leaning slightly forward resting on The Throne, and I was told to worship her wonderful derriere, not from the outside as I had initially attempted, but deep within the enveloping folds of her long latex skirt. 

I needed no second instruction. It was dark and beautiful inside Mistress’s skirt and the taste of her nylon tights was so arousing… however, it was doubly important to stay away from her forbidden areas, as I don’t want to do anything that would have my Mistress stop me from my very sensual activity.

In time she did stop me, not because of any indiscretion on my part but her meticulous schedule needed me transformed from a simple, rather rounded male into her rubber plaything. My Invincible work suit had been warming on the bed, Mistress helped me put it on along with a fitted latex hood that had all the necessary openings.

As Mistress prepared for what was to come next I was able to sneak a peek in the Playroom Mirror, and as always was thrilled by the shiny latex persona that stared back at me. I never fail to be amazed at that view, I know it’s me inside but there is no way to tell that it’s me. I had become a rubber mannequin and ready to be Mistress Maggie’s latex plaything.

Then the first of the implants to convert me to ‘zero access’ was deployed. I was told to undo my crotch zip and bend forward to hold the bars of the Cell Door, this proved to be a good position for Maggie to insert my comfortable sized butt plug. Later on in the session Maggie briefly mentioned that she’d intended to swap the butt plug for a string of large anal beads, but by then we’d progressed to a stage where retrofitting her plaything was totally impractical, so I was left stuffed with the butt plug and the beads had to be reserved for another day.

Mistress said that as part of the ‘zero access’ is was essential I should be catheterised too, which involved a quick trip to the Clinic to have the catheter fitted. Mistress is incredibly efficient at this process despite me having a bit of an unruly and uncooperative cock. It’s always a sterile operation that begins with me being swabbed and a squirt of anaesthetic gel sent down my urethra, the clinic fills with the sound of crinkling plastic as one by one various packets of single use items are prepared for use, the catheter being the last to be unwrapped. And before I knew it the catheter was in and blown up.

I had to ask ‘Is it in?’, because Mistress is so adept at this procedure that I felt no pain or discomfort, obviously the gel helps but Maggie’s expertise is the real winner. Well, that was two of the three orifices bunged now and all that remained was my mouth. That had to wait until Mistress led me back to the Playroom with instruction to be extra careful since the catheter bag was dangling from the end of my cock as I waddled closely behind her.

I was to be confined in a latex Bondage Sheath; basically a very tight fitting condom that once zipped up is both comfortable and heavenly to wear. Maggie’s only concern was the length of the catheter tube, because the outlet for this sheath is at the very bottom and me being 6', I might be a tad too tall for the Cath bag to comfortably feed through the outlet. As it was we needn’t have worried, with my feet inside the rubber sheath Maggie fed the tube through the outlet, and as I stood to accept the top half of my restrictive rubber it was evident that everything had fitted perfectly. There I was standing next to the rubber bed being zipped up tightly inside my own rubber cocoon, movement was very restricted and I was pleased when Mistress helped me to sit safely on the bed.

My hood was then removed to allow a nasal cannula to be taped in place, this is an excellent piece of kit that I am now getting more used to wearing. The first time I hadn’t fully understood how to get the most from John’s invention, but by now it has become second nature and I couldn’t wait for it to provide me with  some much wanted aromas. I imagined there must be another restrictive hood coming my way, otherwise why the cannula? My curiosity was soon satisfied as Mistress presented one with zips across eyes and mouth. The cannula tube was passed through the mouth and zipped tightly shut and that was the third ‘zero access’ orifice closed.

Maggie deployed an inflated rubber collar to seal everything tightly shut and it was my last opportunity to view the splendidness of my Mistress before the eye zips were pulled closed. I had forgotten about this fourth ‘zero access’ area. I was now completely entombed in my rubber layers; rubber socks and gloves, heavy rubber suit and the rubber sheath. Surely I now qualified as a rubber plaything for my wonderful owner. Lying down now in the centre of the bed the rubber duvet was pulled over me, a final rubber covering to keep me beautifully comforted and warm. I was loving every moment.

Every now and then Maggie would tell me to breathe out and I knew the delights that were to follow. With completely empty lungs I could just discern the gentle swish of the aroma pump and of course my next action was to gratefully inhale a lungful of the wonderful product. It relaxes yet stimulates at the same time, my senses become heightened and I can actually see my Mistress through the aroma induced euphoria. Mistress tucked me in and saying she would be reading me more of the bedtime story we’d previously enjoyed from her Dressing For Pleasure (DFP) magazine.

It had been a while since my last bedtime story and neither of us could really remember where we’d got up to, but Maggie found a book mark amongst the pages and we carried on from there. I’m being honest when I say that I had no recognition of the plot or the characters, but as Maggie started her reading vague recollections came creeping back. My disposition made it hopeless to take in too much of the story, but I really revelled in the whole ambience that Maggie had created. I felt relaxed I felt verging on euphoria and I dreamed of the sexy voice that was talking to me through my latex coverings.

Parts of the story brought about some lighthearted banter between Mistress and plaything, some parts were totally akin to things we had done ourselves somewhere in our rubber histories and resurrected happy memories. Every now and then I heard a heavenly intervention, ‘breath out slave’ followed by that familiar yet imperceptible hiss of the aroma pump as I received another dose of fuel.

I could quite happily have drifted off to sleep except I really didn’t want to miss any of Mistresses interactions with her rubber plaything. I imagined what it would be like to be tucked up like this at bedtime, to wake up in the morning still enshrouded in darkness and this luxury rubber skin.

Just before oblivion, Mistress nudged me and asked me to move over to make space, wiggling like a worm I was able to move a couple of inches at a time until Maggie had enough space to snuggle under the duvet with her rubber toy. Heaven just got better. 

I knew there was nothing I could or would do to disrupt this snuggling and really enjoyed the bed time with my Mistress, I could detect her gentle caresses in all the right places and I knew I was owned and wanted by the best person I could ever have encountered.

We didn't reach the ending of the story on this occasion, which means there's hope for a another rubber infused episode in the future.

Thank you Mistress Maggie for another journey deeper and deeper under your spell and I hope I did you proud as your plaything. You have introduced me to so many exciting situations and I hope our journey will carry on for as long as you want me as your slave.

Caution: This 02:18sec rubber DFP story clip has audio.