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

Retehtac

Don’t worry about the title of the blog, all will be revealed, I haven’t lost my mind although a part of my heart and soul are lodged with my owner. 

Today, the last day of January has my spirits soaring. January has been such a miserable month, apart from two notable exceptions when my spirits were lifted by visits to my wonderful Mistress Maggie. The month tends to be an anti-climax after Christmas and New Year, the nights are still long and with three named storms the weather atrocious. However, tomorrow is February, a shorter month with the prospect of spring just around the corner. I digress, of course the main reason is my pending visit to The Chambers.

I know I can be accused of being a sycophant, I hope in the nicest possible way, but I carried two bunches of flowers for my Mistress, one for her birthday and one for reaching the official UK retirement age, I don’t believe she is anywhere near retirement age but obviously the government do! plus a bottle of plonk for John and Mistress to share. The beautiful flowers paled into insignificance when I was greeted by Mistress adorned in a pink catsuit accessorised with a black harness, which showed a tantalizing and teasing amount of her wonderful breasts. A truly uplifting sight for ones soul.

Back on track, I followed Maggie up the stairs and once again not without being transfixed by her wonderfully kissable latex bum cheeks. Arriving in the nicely warmed Playroom I was instructed to lay out my plum coloured catsuit to get the chill off it and sent to the bathroom to return in my black latex socks and gloves and, as always, my collar is always in place as I diligently make sure I’m wearing it when arriving at Mistress’s pearly gates, I feel it shows ownership by Maggie.

After a wonderful period of boot worship I was down on the floor with face buried in the carpet whilst Mistress oiled and fitted my butt plug. I think we agreed a couple of sessions ago that it is best to open my orifice with my plug no matter what else Mistress may eventually hide away in that same dark space.

Picking up her Mistress whip Maggie now allowed my stuffed backside the pleasure of a gentle tattoo with its tails. Her Mistress whip is a stout leather one with a multitude of long thongs, so called because the word ‘mistress’ has been created with silver studs along its handle and probably the heaviest whip that Mistress owns. Minute by minute the weight of it’s impact increased until I was witness to the full measure of the whip’s capabilities across my rear along with strokes with lesser severity across my shoulders. I should also mention that Mistress put her boots to further use during the whipping by planting the occasional kick to the balls and making sure the butt plug remained fully inside.

By contrast, the black and red whip that Maggie used next was far gentler, delivering a sensual feeling in all the places it touched, my body was starting to really relax and excite at the same time. I am surprised to say that my flogging was mostly pleasurable, apart from a couple of earlier thwacks deliberately aimed at my most tender parts.

Warmed up and ready to go it was very easy to climb into my plum catsuit; probably the most comfortable and easy to wear suit in my small collection. The latex has been chlorinated and I can actually get into it without bothering Mistress. A couple of wiggles, a brief inhale, pull chest in and the zip slides up. Today it would provide me with a nice tight foundation layer as it was soon to be buried under a further two latex layers. My plum suit has handy zips to all the areas that Mistress may wish to access and she soon had the anal zip down ready for further activity around my bum. 

This time I was sent was over the horse, well over it so my hands were touching the floor on the other side and Maggie had a good angle for removing my butt plug, being nicely stretched by now, both the Kegel electric balls slid in easily and were hooked up to the power box for testing. Oh yes, they were working! 

To complete my dressing I was to wear a comfortable black latex hood that allowed easy breathing and no visual restrictions. I was advised to be very careful with the electric cables as we made our way to the Clinic.

Before arriving in the Clinic Mistress rechecked her running schedule and instantly made a U-turn back to the Playroom. ‘Your dressing is not complete’, she said. Again great care was taken to ensure the cables were not disturbed as she helped me into her inflatable catsuit. This second catsuit is double walled so effectively I was now enclosed in three latex layers and my toastiness dispelled all of my winter blues, but I was advised that the suit wasn't going to be inflated today. 

Maggie had recently acquired some heavy rubber gauntlets which I was told to put on. I must say I am not keen on these gloves because, although they are roomy and very comfortable to wear, I lose that super sensation whenever I get the opportunity to sneak a stroke of Mistress’s stunning latex covered rear, or for that matter, anywhere I can get my hands to stray about her person. Maybe that’s the reason why Mistress had me wear them?

Finally we were in the Clinic where Mistress arranged a nasal cannula underneath my latex hood, making sure it was secure with a couple of pieces of surgical tape to keep it in place, then an S10 gas mask was fitted over the top to seal me in. I do like this feeling, completely enclosed in latex and fully at the mercy of my owner and prepared for whatever gives her pleasure. To be honest there would be little point in complaining because Mistress had almost finished tightly strapping me securely to the couch, and boy did she make sure I was tightly strapped down! My cannula was ready to receive any aromas Maggie may administer and with a breathing hose attached to her glass bubble bottle I would be bubbling away for the remainder of the session. 

What surprised me was that with three layers of latex you wouldn’t think it possible for Mistress to gain access to my cock and balls, but she did and once exposed she bound them up in a rope cradle, not too tight and once again I have been well trained and must admit to rather liking this style of binding. In no time I had a catheter inserted, and as I would expect from my very professional Mistress the procedure was swift, painless, trouble free and I was soon draining away a bladder full of pee.

But my bladder didn’t remain empty for long, Maggie used the catheter to fill it up again with 500ml of saline solution which took about 30 minutes, this procedure was another first for me. I must have a fair bladder capacity because even after the 500ml I wasn’t feeling too bloated, which was just as well as Mistress decided I no longer needed a catheter and amused herself by sending an electric urethral sound down my cock instead, some more highly charged electric play followed including deeper urethral play with a Pratt steel sound, this was electrified too and paired with electrodes on my balls I received the stimulation of two electric circuits down my urethral tract, the Kegel balls were still beating their rhythm up my bum… I got the lot! which kept me humping the sound with a great amount of energy!

The situation was greatly enhanced by a good few doses of aromas via the nasal cannula. ‘Breathe out slave. All the way’, followed by four or five slow puffs and a ‘Breathe in slave’. I have got the rhythm of this method of aroma delivery and the knack is to breathe out until my lungs are empty and then slowly breathe in as I detect the puffs. The effect is immediate and works a treat in transforming many sensations into pleasure. It was particularly soothing when Maggie ramped up the Kegels to 90 on her magic machine.

After all this stimulation Mistress removed the sound and as it passed the tip of my cock I got a bit of a surprise, but nothing to be overly concerned about. Its removal paved the way for a déjà vu moment…  No, I wasn’t dreaming, Mistress really was catheterising me again, and once complete I was left to have my bladder drained into the already half full cath bag. It didn’t take long for the full cath bag to be removed and presented to me for consumption.

I had been holding the S10’s drinking tube in my mouth for the whole time and was hoping that Mistress would allow me some very welcome rehydration. Well she did, but it wasn’t her wonderful golden nectar, it was my cath bag that was being attached to my drinking tube. It took a fair time, but I did as I was instructed and eventually consumed it all, I was grateful for the 50:50 dilution, at least it made my own piss palatable as I don’t think I would have managed my drink otherwise. Yes, I did finish every last drop and completed another first from Maggie’s training sessions, though of course, I do prefer Mistress’s nectar. 

I know I am totally addicted to serving Mistress Maggie and look forward to our next training session with excitement, anticipation and the knowledge that spring and summer are wonderful seasons for serving a wonderful dominatrix.

If you've managed to read this far you may still be wondering about the title Retehtac? If you look at it closely and read it in reverse it spells Catheter which is how Maggie used the catheter to actually fill up my bladder rather than to empty it. 

Friday the 13th – Again

Why is Friday 13th considered unlucky?

Many believe the superstition started in the Middle Ages and is rooted in the crucifixion, as Jesus Christ was betrayed on a Friday and there were 13 individuals present at the Last Supper. As a result, Friday and the number 13 were perceived as unlucky, but they weren’t paired until the 19th century. However, for this rubber slave the exact opposite are my feelings about Friday 13th. 

Ever since I was fortunate enough to start visiting Mistress Maggie I have gravitated to sessions on a Friday. When I was working I could skive off for the afternoon, get a shower on the way to the Chambers and have a glorious afternoon knowing that my Mistress would then be able to relax without further commitments over the weekend. Statistically, there is always the chance my training will fall on a Friday 13th and hence why I love the date.

There was one minor incident in today's session that could be attributable to the 'unlucky 13th' myth, that severely embarrassed me and annoyed Mistress for the couple of moments it took to clean up my mess, but because of Maggie's professionalism, once cleared the incident was put behind us.

Mistress looked absolutely stunning in a skintight ensemble that was almost all black latex, even sporting an open face latex hood that enhanced the beauty of the wearer. I did notice that she was wearing transparent latex gloves and had her hair up in a bun. I took it as her own hair, but that did prove to be an incorrect assumption, at the bottom she sported a pair of glossy black knee boots. All I knew at this stage was that it was to be another lucky 13th.

I was sent off to the bathroom to return in gloves and socks, black latex ones of course, and to bring my owner a glass of water. After the opening boot worship Mistress stood directly in front of my eyes, opened her crotch zip and let out a cascade of her golden nectar into a bowl. When she handed the bowl to me to hold I assumed I was to be treated to an early tipple and went to drink, only to be stopped and told to place it carefully on one side. I then had to help laying out the PVC sheet and once it was where Maggie wanted it I was instructed to kneel on it, making sure my arse was well in the air and over the centre of the sheet. I couldn’t see, but heard the cutting of strips of gaffer tape, each one placed in such a way to keep my anus open and stretched. 

 

The last time I had this type of arse play, almost four years ago, I ended up with yellow tape and a soapy water enema. On this occasion Mistress decided on black tape and the contents of the bowl that I had recently seen deposited were syphoned into me through an inflatable butt plug. There is something a little unreal and out of this world to be partially filled with Mistress's fluids; perhaps even spiritual to have your Mistress's fluids actually inside your bum. Anyway, after a couple more pumps with the inflating balloon and a conical bung inserted to keep my luxury load inside, I was told to clear any spillage. It’s a shame to waste good wine so was happy to lap it all up, then was sent to the bathroom to clean the used bowl. As I walked I could feel Mistress's pee moving deep inside me.

At this point it was time for total rubberisation. Maggie helped me into my Invincible rubber work suit, and picking up a bundle of hemp proceeded to create an elaborate rope harness round my stomach and through my crutch, to be tightened to the rear at waist height. Maggie then stood back and began deliberating on what she’d just done, realising that she might have got a bit carried away with her rope work she began modifying it so as to create a simpler but quite restrictive lower body harness, more in keeping with what she’d envisaged.

The spare rope was used as a temporary lead to guide me through to The Clinic where I saw that the couch was covered in a rubber sheet. That particular covering turned out to be a godsend in the moments to come. In the meantime, I sat carefully on the couch and helped in whichever way I could with the donning of the inflatable straitjacket. I have worn this before and despite being inescapable it is very comfortable and snug when pumped up. For the moment it wasn’t inflated and I was to remain content with that. Later on the jacket was duly pumped up accompanied by the loud noise of the small electric pump whirring away, as the inflation valve is right next to my left ear. 

I was a little intrigued by the small diameter rope that Mistress dextrously zigzagged round my groin area and pulled quite tight. I would find out what that was used for in a moment.

With the addition of the GP5 gas mask and Aromas Pump Hose, I was ready to have my balls inflated and two needles were administered into my scrotum. Mistress had obviously analysed the performance of smaller needles used in previous infusions and chose to use larger bore ones so the saline drips would work faster. That certainly worked, my ball sac began to enlarge as the two bags on the IV stand continued to steadily deliver the whole of their saline load. With things flowing nicely Maggie inflated the straitjacket, which filled time nicely while the infusion was underway.

And now for that Friday 13th moment, or in Maggie's terminology, ‘a Houston event’. I moved and could tell that something had come loose. I was about to lose all that lovely nectar and unfortunately some less than lovely bowel contents. I had no option but to alert Mistress, and I knew she was bound to be disappointed with the situation. The saline drips were disconnected, the cleanup began and thank goodness for the rubber sheet which now had the enema plug's escaped plastic bung lurking in the middle of it! Still in the inflated straitjacket and tentatively shuffling with a towel between my legs I was escorted to the bathroom and cleaned up as was the rubber sheet. After a serious spray of air freshener everything was back on course. Mistress handled this unexpected situation brilliantly, but I was left SO embarrassed. 

Mistress put on a fresh pair of gloves, I was ordered back on to the freshly cleaned couch and my saline infusion was reconnected. One of the needles was running slowly after all this disturbance and needed to be replaced, that only took a minute or two and once more, both of the 500ml bags were depositing their contents into my swelling ball sac.

Ah! so that was what the smaller diameter rope was for; to provide some containment around my groin area. On previous inflations Mistress has used various methods to restrict the swelling to just the ball sac, but this time had chosen to just let the fluid find its own equilibrium, and in any case, it would be funny to see my little cock get subsumed by my balls, which is exactly what happened to Mistress’s great amusement. Oh yes, a real hoot when you try to pee! 

Speaking of pee, Mistress had recharged her nectar reservoir and produced another bowl of warm tasty pee. My mouth would be the second opening to receive this honour today, but firstly I asked if the inflatable butt plug that was becoming uncomfortable could be removed. Once more I was to be escorted to the bathroom, at least the inflation was complete by now and we had chance to deflate the straitjacket to make the trip easier. Thankfully this time there were no contents left to drain and the plug came out easily and cleanly and the air freshener was not required!

Back on the couch Mistress re-inflated the jacket to its full capacity before I was allowed the taste of her fresh nectar. Off came the GP5 to be replaced with a feeding tube. I have used the tube a few times before and Maggie has modified it to make it really easy to manage the flow. The two empty saline bags were replaced on the IV stand with the funnel and my imminent treat was gently poured down that funnel, eventually entering my very welcoming throat.

And that was that, apart from that one Houston moment this Friday the 13th was another monumental success. As Mistress helped me disrobe and removed the rope from around my groin I was able to marvel at the transformation and weight of my cock and balls for the first time. To give you some comparison of the extra weight I was now carrying, 1 Litre of saline weighs approximately 1.1kg and a standard bag of sugar weighs 1kg. I am glad I didn’t have to explain to a doctor why my weight had increased by 1kg in an afternoon! 

These days I always carry a pair of incontinence pants in my perv bag, and although there was some leakage it was very slight on account of me only having the three pin holes. It took nearly 24 hours before I could safely bin the pants.

Mistress Maggie, a sincere thank you for giving me a really heavy ball experience and I remain a little embarrassed of the smells I gave in return and it was one of the best Christmas presents I could ever want. Have a peaceful Christmas, a Happy New Year and I will see you in January 2025.

Caution: This 1:56s enema clip has audio.

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