Tingling Left I Am

Coming up to Star Wars Day (May the 4th), so I thought it appropriate to give the title a touch of ‘Yoda’, and hope its significance will all become clear!.

As instructed by Mistress Maggie, I now have the responsibility to suggest a scene or two I may enjoy for the session and then Mistress would either take it or leave it, or as is most likely, take it with several of her own ideas to enhance my playtime. Well, todays theme was total isolation and Maggie did say she could happily work with that.

One unexpected consequence of me suggesting the scenario is that I have far more time to think about which direction the session will take and with far more time comes the build up of far more frustration. At least a week before I can start dreaming...

I took the precaution of bringing flowers for Mistress Maggie on the grounds that she may just soften any punishments that I have incurred, and well, because I love Mistresses smile when I offer her the bouquet. It never works though; the reduction in punishments I mean, not the delightful smile that is always freely given.

Mistress was wearing a peplum skirt, yes I don't know what one is so I looked it up, but all I know is she looked fantastic. Her peplum was short, semi see through allowing me to see her fantastic figure underneath along with her translucent latex tights and a very fetching pair of black boots. Oh how I wanted to nuzzle my face in that rear as we climbed the stairs.

As part of my training I have learned that Maggie likes to test me on the stairs and occasionally abruptly stops, hangs out that glorious rear and waits for the inevitable contact, but remember,  'Control, control, you must learn control! – Yoda’.  So before my session starts I am on guard not wanting to annoy Maggie, the nuzzle may be allowed later but I must not take liberties with the temptress on the stairs!

After a gloriously long spell of boot worship actively encouraged by Mistresses crop across my buttocks when I was face down, or directed at my groin when I shifted to a full frontal position to get a better cleaning angle, I was allowed the luxury of once more being allowed to stroke Maggie's derrière. I have mentioned in previous blogs what a wonderful thrill it gives me so I will move on. Suffice is to say it is a wonderful thrill!

Plenty in the reservoir

A plain black hood attached to slave it was... and a plain black butt plug inserted in slave and pumped up it was... I know, Yoda never had a pumped up butt plug up his backside but it wasn't going to stop me enjoying Star Wars Day! And once safely secured inside my Invincible latex suit I was ready for my introduction to Maggie's newly finished inflatable straitjacket. It was agreed that inflation would not be appropriate today as I was to slide under the glass toilet box ready for some overdue refreshment. The straitjacket truly is a fantastic piece of kit that Mistress has created. With the rubber suit and two layers of rubber jacket, I was nicely warming and quite frankly ready for a drink. 

Maggie used the natural latex liner that attaches to the glass toilet by a ring of press studs, and the slaves head is positioned underneath it where there is a drinking tube that you can suck on to take refreshment. The downside is that all a slave can see is the barely transparent latex above and even when Maggie sat to pee, all I could discern was a growing shadow as the liquid covered the membrane. I must admit to loving the unrestricted sight when Mistress does not use the membrane as her glorious private... enough, off topic! There was a plentiful supply of piss and I was most intent on not losing one drop of Mistresses nectar.

Sucking on the tube as hard as I could and ... nothing. Maggie adjusted the path of the drinking tube and ... nothing again. I was beginning to wonder if this was another way Maggie had found to tease and torment her slave. 'In a dark place we find ourselves, and a little more knowledge lights our way – Yoda'. But no, after another adjustment, there was light at the end of the tunnel, the tube was freed of its kink and the pee made its way into my eager mouth. There was rather a good amount of the liquid and I set about sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing until every last drop was consumed. I did take my time savouring the juice, partly made up of recycled red wine from Mistress evening meal the night before. And why shouldn't I savour the moment, so many positives: Good wine, comfortable position, warm and cosy and in the presence of my ideal woman.

We then moved on to my suggestion from last time. I wanted to spend some time in strict isolation and Maggie was determined to grant me that fantasy. Boy did she go to town with the isolation part. Firstly, I was to be fitted with her mains powered cannula pump that her husband had invented. I am becoming quite a fan of this splendid little piece of equipment. The cannula was fitted into my nostrils and taped in place on top of the rubber hood to prevent slipping, its breathing tube could then fit through the small mouth aperture in the leather isolation helmet. After checking it was working, Maggie fastened up the all encompassing leather helmet that is tight, thick, very isolating and almost totally dark. The airflow was sufficient through the cannula to keep the slave alive, well aerated and supplied with hallucinating aroma vapours throughout my period of isolation.

I say almost totally in the dark because I was able to see the faintest glimmer of light, I think it was coming in round the reinforced nose holes. Anyway it was just sufficient to allow me a slight contact with the real outside world. Perhaps I should mention this to Mistress because a simple piece of sticky tape across the holes would render you completely in the dark, and then again, perhaps I shouldn't! ‘When you look at the dark side, careful you must be. For the dark side looks back – Yoda.’

And the final part of my incarceration came with me being secured into the leather body bag. Strapped up tight and attached to the bed with clasps I was happy lying there, looking at my little chink of light,  but above all fantasising about how lucky I am having such a truly remarkable Dominatrix who has seen fit to help this poor slave. 

I did confess to Mistress that some of my dreams about her were definitely against the rules, but she didn't seem to mind because, after all, what could a blinded isolated soul achieve but dream.

The final isolation came in the form of headphones that were placed over the isolation hood. The only sound I heard for the whole of the remainder of the session was the white noise through the phones. Nothing else. No sense of Mistress moving around. I didn't know if I was left totally alone or was Mistress relaxing on her throne in the corner, I just didn't know. But one thing I did know was that I felt totally safe in Mistresses hands no matter where she was in relation to the Playroom. Every now and then I did sense Maggie's presence and feel her further tightening the straps of the bodybag.

Cannula pump in use.

I was dragged abruptly back to reality and I knew Maggie was close by when I could feel her opening the zips in the body bag, delving inside my suit and extracting my cock and balls. This was definitely not what I expected when we began our isolation session but equally so I have mentioned that Mistress is never predictable and she is happy to add her own embellishments to the scene. 

I should have realised what was about to happen, because earlier in the session Mistress was having a coughing fit and had asked me to fetch a glass of water, on my exit to the bathroom she did mention that I should be careful to return with the right glass.

As I’d looked around the bathroom as to what she might be referring to, I’d spotted a thin, whispery sprig of nettle and promptly forgot the incident. Until now that was. I could feel something sharp running up and down the head of my cock and gradually that familiar tingling occurred that indicates that the sprig of nettles was now being put to good use. Remember, I was still blind and couldn't hear so all my sensations were now focussed on my groin.

After Maggie was satisfied with the actions of the pinwheel and nettle, two bullet vibrators were placed inside the crotch of my suit and everything zipped back up nice and tight. I have to admit, that with all the sensation in my cock and balls I actually started to hump. Try as I might, and I did try, I couldn't generate enough friction to force a climax, and even when Mistress started to caress the leather covered slave, I was left high and dry and very frustrated. In a sense I was pleased, because when I was finally given my hearing back, Maggie did say she would have just kept on tormenting me even after any orgasm!  Quite lucky really as I was able to remain on a high right through to the final act of disrobing. 

As to why I used the title 'Tingling Left I Am.' The nettle crop although only a willowy twig of that fine plant, must have been fresh and very stingy. I don't think I have left the Chambers before with such a tingling cock and even when I showered later, I could still sense the tingling sensation that was the legacy of yet another unique session with a truly unique Mistress Maggie. I hope that everyone else will experience this and it  'Happens to every guy sometimes this does – Yoda'.

200 Not Out

I make no apologies for changes to content and style for this truly momentous occasion. I am going to indulge in a little nostalgia about my journey to happiness over the last 10 years or so. Why? Well today's extravaganza marks my 200th session with the most fantastic Professional Dominatrix a slave could ever wish for. I am eternally grateful to Mistress Maggie that she has seen fit to keep persevering with this somewhat dim, occasionally careless but always faithful slave.

My journey started on 28th September 2011, well a bit before that date actually but 28th September is the first time a very nervous newbie took a very long walk to the front door of The Chambers to be greeted by a very friendly, very beautiful and very understanding Mistress. 

Treated to a fantastic pegging with poppers. 

My search for something exciting and out of my comfort zone started a few weeks prior to that date, when being totally bored at work I began idly browsing for something exciting to tickle my fancy and I eventually landed on Mistresses in the North West. One or two candidates caught my eye and I even surreptitiously made a site visit to one place somewhere near Manchester. But the one website that stood out head and shoulders from the rest was Mistress Maggie's, and it does remain in my humble opinion, one of the best websites of its kind on the whole internet. 

Why Maggie? Well she is incredibly beautiful, oozes sexual magnetism, she was local to where I live and above all her red lines mentioned on her website were an exact match to where I didn't want to go. Well, they were at the start of my journey at least, as these have now broadened to accommodate whatever Maggie wishes. It also turned out over time that she has a wicked sense of humour and some truly endearing traits that have certainly drawn me more tightly under her spell.

Bubbling away quite nicely.

After that first session I was hooked. My early writings were simple reviews of Maggie's services on one or two advertising sites that she used, but unfortunately I have lost track of those original reviews. By my 5th session, Maggie asked if I would like some photos of my 'ordeal' and that first picture was published on Flickr together with a slim narrative. It was at that time when I received some very valuable advice from Maggie's husband John,  not to be so verbose on Flickr and that a blog might be a better avenue to take. Thus started the first of many Diary entries on Blogger and the 'Diary Of A Lancashire Slave' was born. There were early concerns about the new Government legislation that now appears to have been dropped, concerning the content of adult images. Maggie helped me through that minefield too, hence why some photos were marked as deleted!

My life was taking on a new meaning as we progressed through the many adventures that Maggie and I enjoyed; a trip to Chorley where Mistress saved me from an inebriated chappie who was suggesting going somewhere where I didn't want to go, Maggie of course didn't let anything happen as she always looks after her charges' welfare; the trips to our 'secret' wooded location for Mistress to walk me on a lead in full rubber through a leafy glade; being tied to a pillar under Lytham pier and approached by two security guards believing I was actually in danger, and on our 100th session on April 8th 2016 Mistress had organised a real treat for her, by now, truly ensnared slave, to have an artist present to create a centenary session portrait. There have been far to many adventures for me to recount the wonderful detail that Maggie created during all those sessions and that is why I continue with my DOALS (Diary Of A...) The common theme in all our sessions is that on each and every session I have become that little bit more devoted to my perfect Mistress and I have enjoyed every minute of our adventures. 

The next 100 sessions brought me further along my journey to becoming a better slave for Maggie. I had lost any inhibitions that I may have arrived with and it was someway through that period where I made an oath to Maggie that I have tried to live by ever since:

I promise that I will do my best:
To love my Mistress,
To serve my Mistress,
To help others to join my Mistress in slavery
To keep the Mistresses Law.

and 

To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question

There have been many notable milestones in that time: 

I almost lost my balls to an elastrator.

I did lose my balls to a mangina, that was really 'interesting''.

I have been duct taped to Maggie's plank.

I've been loving regular deployment of aromas.

Gazing at Mistress as the air was slowly used up inside another plastic bagging.

Received copious gallons of Mistresses pee...

All these adventures and many more have all been massively documented.

3.6kg

I have outlined my real formative period over the last 10 years and now I need to mention what happened to cement the bond between Mistress and slave in this our 200th session.

Before starting on Maggie's menu for today (she always creates a comprehensive running order for every session and frequently checks that all is going to plan) we had me in my latex suit in no time and adjourned to The Clinic to try on Maggie's newly made inflatable rubber straitjacket. What an incredible piece of equipment Mistress has created in white rubber. The fit is perfect even to the collar, which beautifully overlapped the hood that I was fitted with. 

With the aid of an electric pump I was soon far fatter than when I arrived. I was not at all pleased that the latex hood only allowed me ONE small hole to see through and I was forever bobbing my head to try and catch a glimpse of both Mistress and my grossly inflated stomach. I was privileged at the end of the session to get to view the pictures Maggie had taken and it really is a stunning creation. I got the impression that Maggie is going to have a LOT of fun when she incorporates it in future work plans.

It gave me a real buzz being fully pumped up in the inflated jacket and a real shame that I had to be divested from it as we returned to The Playroom for my next treat. Ah, the aromas gas mask. That is another experience that I am delighted Maggie agreed to allow me to experience. With the side mounted hose, it gives the wearer a strange alien appearance that totally anonymises the wearer. I find the feeling of being just a rubber coated toy absolutely fantastic and I think that is another reason why I am mesmerised by Maggie every time I see pictures of her slaves wearing rubber, I imagine that it could be me... 

Chillin' and 'angin - feels sooo good.

Once checked that I was breathing ok and a couple of aroma pumps consumed I was bent over the horse ready for my Mistress to mount her slave. Again a feeling of the total transference of power. Gone are any thoughts about the Neanderthal notion of male supremacy, just total acceptance that this lady is in absolute charge. As always, Maggie is sensitive to her slaves needs and gently lubed my bum first with her gloved fingers, then with my own dildo and then a long slow f**k ( it did get a lot faster as the ride progressed!) and then it was over. Well not quite for my bum as Maggie filled the whole cavity with a strand of four large anal beads, zipped them in so all that was protruding was the ring pull for extraction and there they stayed until the very end of the session.

The beautifully designed chest harness that I was strapped into allows the attachment of the bubble bottle at the back, whilst still retaining the ability to deliver aromas to my gas mask hood, and that too is how I remained until well through our 200th. The bubble bottle was amazing today; Maggie had decanted a large quantity of water into the tank and that meant every breath I took was accompanied by that wonderful, gurgling, bubbly sound. I was walked on the dog lead to the bathroom where I watched, listened and bubbled away in a most contented manner as Maggie took a long slow pee into a measuring jug that must have contained the best part of a litre when she breathed that wonderful sigh that indicates her flow was finished and led me back to The Playroom. With me still bubbling and gurgling away, Maggie attached a parachute to my balls and sent me off to get a weight from the other side of the room. I naturally returned with the smallest one I could find. 'Curtsey slave and address me as Your Majesty', she ordered.

I did as instructed and was promptly sent back for more weights and more curtsying. The weights were starting to get a little cumbersome, when not for the first time Maggie dispatched me to the bathroom to refill her glass of water. We continued in this vein until I finally had no option but to return with the heaviest weight, a round ball with wicked spikes. That caused some major discomfort initially when trying to curtsey. The spikes kept banging my leg and certainly putting me totally off balance. However, when I was sent to the bathroom for another refill, it dawned on me that by keeping legs together, slightly bending forward and taking small steps, that satisfactory progress could be achieved without breaking a leg. It was quite surreal walking and bubbling whilst, all the time, my balls being stretched, calves being banged and spiked and all the time I was loving it. Just when I had mastered that technique, Maggie decided I had had enough fun and moved to the next line in the plot.

Cool, cool nectar

Another layer of latex in the form of the bodybag with straitjacket arms was nice to slip into, although I was relieved when I was chained to the overhead gantry. By now you have probably gathered that I'd had the harness that held the bubble bottle removed along with that nice aromas gas mask. With a bit of a struggle and a excellent level of ingenuity, Mistress was able to fit the leather head harness over the top of my newly fitted anaesthesia mask. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable but it certainly was tight and quite rigid, in fact I should say it was a 'snug' fit. Arms were secured to chains, legs were secured to a spreader bar and I was in a very happy place. 

Things got even happier as Mistress went to retrieve the gallon jar of pee deposited earlier. I had to work for my treat as Maggie set it up so that I had to suck all my refreshment. It is a good way of taking a drink because you suck when ready and can enjoy the flavour. 

The refreshment had cooled considerably being rested in the bathroom and in fact it felt positively chilled, most appetising and most refreshing. I eagerly took all the two gallons and all that remained was to extract me from my suits and for me to go to the bathroom to tease the anal balls out of my backside. Removal of the balls is one activity that does embarrass me as the balls go a long, long way up and who knows what might be lurking ...

I would like to thank Mistress Maggie for allowing me to continue my training and hope that I am becoming a better slave because I would like to continue for as long as she wishes. In those 11 years I have not only become truly devoted to my Mistress but glad to have found two friends that I can enjoy chatting to after sessions. 

Beautiful Autumn Colours

I knew that Mistress Maggie may be taking me out for a walk, because her calling email arrived at the start of the week, asking if I could attend an hour earlier. 

‘Slave, you may need to attend earlier than usual this Friday if you are able, so we can take advantage of the daylight, having some fun taking outdoor photos in latex with Autumnal setting…’

What a question. Of course I replied in the affirmative, but I would have been ready to start there and then! This was the Monday preceding our Friday appointment giving me a whole four extra days to get excited, I even managed to do some private latex wearing, although it is never as good as being with Mistress. 

What a beautiful location for worshipping a beautiful woman.
That is the upturned bucket hat Maggie is sitting on.
Lucky bucket!

I have very fond memories of our earlier excursion to the woods and wondered if it would be the same venue as our previous outing. Last time it was spring and the woodland was in pristine green, whereas this week was well into autumn. When I arrived at the Chambers, Mistress soon revealed the mystery of her secret venue, and yes we would be returning to the same woodland. Yippee! The new Covid formalities that have become the norm were quickly completed. Yes I had remembered my mask. Yes I had completed a negative RLFT that morning. Yes I passed Maggie's temperature test and finally gave my hands a good sanitise. I was a little early, about three minutes, but Mistress was superbly dressed in her all black latex ensemble and ready to welcome me in.

We would be going to the woods in my vehicle so I had parked close to the chambers to ensure that Mistress didn't have too far to walk. It was only fair because of all the hard work and planning she invests in her slaves, on this occasion she had drawn a story board which quickly educated me on the three main shots she wished to capture, and we spent a few moments going over her plans: slave to concentrate on his deportment, maintain a proud and upright stature, not to get too close...  and the remainder just flowed in and around me as I was drawn repeatedly back to how ravishing my Mistress was with the heat of the latex radiating from her absolutely stunning outfit.

Mistress then helped me to get dressed for our little trip. In my last session we had learned that by being more careful donning my latex catsuit I should be able to achieve a perfect fit, spending a little more time pulling it up properly and easing the crotch area into my crotch did the trick and I was already halfway to being a decent looking rubber chauffeur for Maggie. Did I detect a little linger by Maggie as she polished off the few smears of talc? Perhaps. For once, latex socks were not allowed, as it is not at all easy to get into my Hunter boots wearing those. Speaking of which, Mistress taped over the boot logo so as not to detract from the overall appearance, and after checking her supply bucket had all the props we needed in it we donned our coats and we were off.

A quick rubber glove over the hose soon had me gasping and
begging for air as Maggie teased me with some outdoor breath play!

The short drive to our location was uneventful, unlike the final short walk to the glade which did have its moments. I had put my wellies on when we alighted from the car whereas Mistress kept her trainers on; a very sensible precaution as her thigh boots could have ended up in a right sludgy mess. As we walked, me carrying the bucket and tripod and Maggie carrying the camera, our chosen path went through what can only be described as a quagmire. My boots were fine but as Maggie made her way gingerly across, her foot sunk into the mud and as she extricated it, off came the trainer! I quickly grabbed the camera as somehow Maggie managed to hop out of the quagmire and lean over to fish out the errant shoe. Luckily that was the end of the problems and a few yards further on we arrived at the perfect location.

In hindsight that little bog effectively ruled out any casual walkers, which meant we didn't see a soul throughout the shoot. It was a really marvellous location. The floor was carpeted with a dappled covering of leaves with all the autumnal colours, while not all of the leaves had fallen yet leaving some added interest in the trees. One thing noticeable from our previous outing here was the traffic noise. With the trees heavily covered in leaves all external sound was deadened on our last visit, whereas today the noise from the nearby fast road was certainly audible. 

Under Maggie’s expert direction I was soon walking on a lead, devoting myself to her thigh length boots and being starved of air in a breath control scene, the three outlined scenarios had been covered and Maggie was happy with her photos and videos. Looking at the pictures I think that if I am fortunate enough to be considered a suitable model again, I will suggest to Mistress an open faced mask under the gas mask, so we don't have to see any of this useless slaves rather large neckline.

Breathe deeply slave

Unfortunately it was time to leave, everything was tidied away back into the handy bucket, and we donned our coats which I had hung on a convenient branch. Making our way back to my car, this time being very cautious when traversing the bog, we did see a couple of people on another path, but after a cheery hello no one took any notice. Not that I would blame them if they did, after all Maggie looked a vision in her pale padded coat, all snug in her pulled up fur lined hood, with her latex hood framed perfectly inside it: she looked absolutely wonderful.

A quick coffee was eagerly consumed back at the Chambers before Mistress announced, ‘Upstairs slave. I have unfinished business.’ Mistress said that she had not been to the toilet all afternoon and she wasn't going to waste an opportunity, now was the time and she would be feeding her toilet slave. I was allowed a little more latex now and had to put on my rubber socks, Mistress then fitted me with a latex face mask with eye holes and a nice wide mouth hole, before being ordered under the toilet box to wait for my desserts. 

That’s one quite amusing situation to find yourself in! With a little craning of the neck I can just peep over the rim of the toilet, I’m sure Mistress must get a hugely amusing view just seeing the top of a latex head straining to see out of the toilet. I digress. I could just catch a glimpse of Mistress pouring some aromas onto a waiting towel then placing the aroma soaked portion over my nose whilst leaving the remainder trailing out of the pan and over the seat. Maggie closed the toilet lid and there I lay, very comfortable in the latex neck ruff and breathing in the heady aromas scent. I don't know what it is about aromas but I was getting more relaxed yet more excited about what was about to be delivered with every intake of breath.

Drink deeply slave!

Left in semi darkness, gently breathing, getting more aroused and contemplating what a marvellous afternoon I had already experienced, I heard the almost silent swish of a zip and hoped that was Mistress preparing to deliver a very welcome drink. The aromas had really worked and I was ready and eager for a thirst quenching drink, or for that matter, ready and willing for anything that could possibly please Mistress.

As it happened I didn't have long to wait until I was able to admire the beautiful view as darkness descended and Maggie took a seat above me. Mistress has a remarkable ability of regulating her flow so that it doesn't overwhelm her subject, what isn't predictable is the precise angle the nectar will be delivered. There the slave has to look and make lightening fast adjustments if he is to catch as much as he can, I am quite adept at this but not yet perfect, and occasionally I get a good dollop that seeps inside my hood and settles at the back of my head. I mention this because Mistress got quite a moist surprise when it came to removing my hood later, and I think it is my slave duty to make it my policy to warn her in future.

Remaining in my catsuit it was now time for some confining latex bondage. Maggie was searching through the huge selection of hoods that she keeps in her hood drawer, eventually finding the one she was looking for; an unusual looking hood with perforated eyes and rather a lot of tubes, two of which were inserted up my nose. She then worked hard to get me encased in her new latex bondage sack. I had seen this previously when Maggie took delivery of it before the Covid outbreak, it was designed to be neck entry, no zips and capable of being used as a vac sac. We both agreed at the time that there was no way I could get into the neck opening no matter how stretchy, and neither would her other mature rubberists. During lockdown Maggie had taken time to put a back zip in it, even with the zip fully opened it was a tight squeeze to get me in, but with a lot of pushing and pulling the zipper could finally be pulled right to the top and there I stood precariously balancing inside the tight bag. Maggie had me hop backwards towards the cage door, where a leather strap tethering me to the bars soon resolved any problems of slave instability.

Stand to attention slave, and don't play with yourself!

Because my rubber layers were relatively flexible I was able to surreptitiously slide my hands to the front when Mistress wasn't looking, but it was no good, my suit fits so well and is so snug that all I could achieve was an unproductive rub of my cock through the thick latex. I am not sure if Mistress knew I was trying to pleasure myself. Well, she will now!

Nothing else I could do after that except accept my double rubbered situation and watch through the perforations as Maggie relaxed on the bed. She is an absolutely mesmerising sight and I was quite happy just getting the occasional glimpse. However, tranquillity was soon shattered when Mistress, perhaps inspired by my alien appearance, had a desire for some entertainment and insisted that I recite Vogon poetry to her. That request totally flummoxed me and Mistress Maggie has posted on her Twitter feed some of the worst poetry you could ever imagine, courtesy of yours truly!

I was embarrassed at my complete inability to create any form of poetry, but thinking back that is probably the purpose of Vogon poetry? I even managed a Vogon song. On the positive side, the singing and poetry were SO bad that it made Mistress laugh - that was worth ALL the embarrassing poetry a captive slave could babble.

However, when I arrived home, the creative and poetic juices were still flowing without the delicious distractions of my beautiful Mistress doing her best to get her slave tied up in knots, and I came up with the following Vogon ditty -

Mistress has a faithful slave 

Its name is last-hole jo

And every where that Maggie goes

Her slave is sure to follow, close behind

I had a fabulous trip out into the wilderness; a fantastic, long and refreshing drink and time in a tight latex body bag. All in all another wonderful experience and what a day for fireworks!

No Boot Worship Today Slave!

It was overcast, humid and threatening to rain, but my spirits were really high as I sauntered towards the Chambers. I was carrying my perv bag consisting of my thin black catsuit, socks, butt plug etc. I knew I was in for magic judging by the calling mail - 

...Your rubber Mistress has ideas that are bound to please, plus plans to give you a taste of bygone times.

This time I wasn't going to be led up a blind alley and had been keeping an open mind, though I had thought quite a lot about being tied up and possibly receiving another welcome infusion of pee. No matter, whatever Mistress Maggie had planned I just knew it was going to be another wonderful session.

Mistress greeted me in her lace front body suit and latex stockings, the tight hood she was wearing showed off her beautiful face and was topped off with two swinging ponytail bunches. As I followed upstairs keeping a safe distance, the view of her rear was absolutely stunning. The curves of the latex body suit contrasting against the alabaster beauty of her buttocks. Remember, look, don't touch and don't inadvertently get too close…

I was in for a real treat on my return from the bathroom in my latex socks and gloves. Despite Mistress not being on her throne I still took up position in front of it ready for boot worship. In an incredibly sexy voice Maggie called me over to the bar stool where she was lounging, with her perfect derrière prominently pointing in my direction. ‘You’ll be doing a different kind of worship today slave, instead of my boots you can worship my bum’. There was no second bidding necessary. As Mistress lounged on the stool I kissed and licked round the latex. Up and down and round the join between Mistress and latex and I loved every long slow adorable contact.

Did I detect some enjoyment from Mistress? Perhaps just a hint of a moan to accompany the wiggle of those wonderful hips? I was the one soon groaning as Maggie turned round on the stool and sat facing me. I sat with my chin on the stool looking at the latex clad contours of her most private of places, but Maggie knew exactly what she was doing and sat far enough back to ensure there would be no chance of my tongue getting me into trouble!

After a short while, Maggie inserted my butt plug and inserted me into my thin working suit. There was considerable confusion about the suit not fitting as well as Maggie remembered. It did fit but only with the help of a HEAP of talc, pulling and adjusting. After some discussion, we established that this was not the suit that I had been bringing to my sessions over the last eight or so years, and because of the extended Covid break I’d misremembered which suit was my 'normal' one. Mistress told me never to darken her door with this old suit again, but for now 'it would do’. To top off my outfit I was fitted into an S10 gasmask, then with an open face mask pulled over the top I was fully rubberised and ready for a visit to the toilet. Not the white porcelain one in the bathroom but the superb box that Mistress uses to water her slaves. 

The ruff for the toilet box was fitted round my neck and I was instructed to ease myself into the appropriate receiving position under the pan so the metal poppers round the ruff could be fixed into position around the Perspex top. One after the other; pop, pop, pop. When Maggie had finished there was a slave firmly fixed right inside the toilet bowl. I have had quite a few wonderful drinks in this position but none while wearing a gas mask. I had made sure the S10’s drinking tube was inside my mouth when it was fitted, but I had no idea how I would be able to partake of the wonderful liquid that was about to cascade from an equally wonderful source.

The answer was, I wasn't. After Mistress had secured my hands to the toilet box with bright yellow rope a plastic tray was placed under my head, Maggie got ready to use her toilet and the heavens opened. What an unworldly experience it is being peed on while wearing a mask, you lose the tactile feel of pee on your face, but instead you see the cascading fluids splashing down and bouncing off your lenses. Almost all the fluid trickled down the mask and collected in the trough, I say almost because I did detect a little incursion round the open faced mask into my ears and I would emerge with slightly pee soaked hair. I did like that idea that Mistress was able to use me once again as her pee-play thing. To the aficionado the scent of Mistresses pee is heady and very sensual and again I realised how lucky I am.

When she had finished Maggie gently closed the lid and left me to stew in a piss puddle for a while. Yay! - lucky, but I would have liked to sample the wine of the day. Never mind, when I was eventually released I was told to collect all the pee from the sump and I carefully decanted it into a jug for later consumption. Another treat to look forward to.

With the toilet duties completed it was time to have the inanimate butt plug I was wearing replaced with something rather more energetic. Out came the red plug, in went a conductive prostate massager and a horseshoe shaped electrode was arranged round my member. I don't think I have experienced this electrode before, but once the electrics had been wired up it wasn't long before it was living up to its name of Red Viper!

I was told to sit comfortably on the barstool as far back as I could manage and Mistress began securing me in bondage. Inflatable mittens came first which were then fully inflated. My now useless appendages were secured together at the front with a belt, another belt around my waist had me fastened to the stool, while a rope through the crook of each elbow secured to the back of the stool made movement very limited. Well I did think at the start that there might be some tight bondage involved and I was right!

Another item not quite as obvious are the ballet boots that Mistress had me wear, these also were strapped to the chair so that I ‘wouldn't run away’. I mumbled through the S10 that Mistress was very quick at fixing the boots on me and Maggie reminded me of the first time I was sent away to put the boots on. They had been neatly laid out in the Clinic ready for me to slip on, however Mistress ended up scolding me for taking far too long putting them on. Because I was unfamiliar with the boots I had been undoing all the laces when all I needed to do was zip them on!!! That raised a laugh but I digress...

You will have noticed that one of Mistresses favourite games is to tease a slave, and I’m sure you can imagine the effect that this beautiful woman has on a slave when he’s sensually stroked by a slender leg and thigh, and not just once. Mistress continued this wonderful tease while the red viper continued to play havoc with my cock and balls.

Maggie explained later why she had used the barstool for bondage today: to allow fitting the harness for the 3 litre bubble bottle, and I happily bubbled away for almost two hours in that position. Maggie fed me with the occasional aromas that had been incorporated into the breathing set up, she increased the pulsation of the Viper and prostate massage and continued to tease and stroke her captive slave. I felt absolutely FANTASTIC! I knew Maggie was happy with her work and I certainly was happy with my lot. I calmly, well most of the time, looked out of my perspex window on the world and saw everything in my world was rosy.

After bubbling away for so long I was ready for a drink, not so desperate as to have to beg for one, but keen to sample the delights of what had been deposited all over the S10 and so carefully collected for later use. Mistress fetched her jug of juice, saying that she might need to find an adapter for the drinking hose. Throughout the session I had kept the gas masks’ drinking straw firmly gripped in my mouth, and not wanting to delay my drinking any longer I suggested that Mistress might use a glass and dip the end of the straw in it.

For once, one of my suggestions seemed to hit the spot as Maggie said, ‘Good idea slave’ and set off to retrieve an empty glass from her table. The pee was quickly decanted and the end of my straw stuck in it. Well, I drank that very graciously and Mistress kindly refilled it and... same result. ‘And that’s your lot slave’ she said as she filled the glass a third and final time, once again, it went down so smoothly and almost as rapidly as the others. A brief thought flittered through my mind about the use of the S10 on a battle field, I guess that the soldiers there never had such a refreshing drink as I had just consumed. 

It’s true to say that I had been really enjoying myself and was somewhat disappointed when Mistress finally said that I was to be released. The bubble bottle was decommissioned, the straps were released, the ropes undone and the boots removed. I thought Maggie may have been concerned about my steadiness after sitting bound for such a long time, because patiently she told me to take my time standing up and guided me towards the latex bed. There I found out what the second part of Mistress Maggie's calling mail referred to. There was no need for disappointment, there never is!

It had been so long since I had been able to snuggle under the latex sheet with my Mistress. We tried it initially with the latex duvet, but it was too unwieldy for what she had planned so a double sized latex sheet became the better choice for two rubberists to get hot under. I needed no second bidding to ‘move over slave’ as she draped the latex over both of us and climbed in wearing her own gas mask.

Despite the fact that I was spread eagled, or maybe because of the restraint, I felt at one with Mistress. We lay there snuggling in the darkness of the slippery rubber bed, our rubber masks and hoses producing the unrivalled sound of heavy breathing and just enjoying rubber time together. The memories of our earlier adventures came flooding back. Not only the special times we spent gas masked under the sheet, but other bedtime adventures like the times Mistress read me bed time stories, or the time she used that massively over-engineered wooden ball stretcher or ... the list could go on and on!

By now I had spent three hours or more inside the S10 mask and thoroughly enjoyed every second of that incarceration. During the session I realised that I knew my place in Mistresses life: being nothing more than a rubber plaything for my Mistress and loving every second of my status. Thank you again Mistress Maggie for helping me along my path of becoming one of your perfect rubber toys and promise that I shall never darken your doorway with that inappropriate, old and thin slave suit.

Double Entendre

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A New Virus Variant

The 2021 heatwave continued and today was the hottest Friday 16th this year. I was very grateful that Mistress Maggie had instructed me to leave my thick latex catsuit at home and bring my lighter weight latex instead. I referred to Maggie’s calling mail as I packed my kit bag ready to attend our next session:- 

'Pack your lightweight black catsuit, matching black accessories and butt plug to bring along with you.

Your rubber nurse will make sure you are warm and wetted, provided there are no COVID related problems…'

I had to get a move on after I had parked my car, as I was a minute late due to road works. I made the time up at the expense of being a little warmer than I would have liked when I arrived. Still, the calling mail did give me something for my imagination to work with and it did display the kinder side to my Mistress. She may be a little sadistic at times but her words reassured me that she wouldn’t be upsetting her enjoyment by having her slave pass out due to heat stroke. 

As soon as I had rung the bell a gloved hand appeared in the doors’ small window accompanied with the sound of rippling fingertips, and when Mistress opened the door I was not disappointed, dressed in full transparent latex she was looking hot, but the most prominent part of her uniform were her piss pants, complete with an extended tube that draped casually over her shoulder.

Unlike last time I had remembered to wear my mask, and after a quick temperature check and hand sanitise I was able to follow Mistress’ glorious rear at a distance way too close for comfort. One pause by Mistress and I would have had my nose firmly planted between those latex lovelies, but unfortunately it didn't happen, leaving this slave still dreaming as we proceeded to The Playroom without incident. 

At this point I would normally be picking up my kit bag with instructions to go to the bathroom and prepare my uniform for the day, I certainly wasn’t expecting the curved ball that Mistress was about to deliver. ‘Latex is banned today! No catsuit, no socks, no gloves’, she said, and consequently I was sent to the bathroom to strip naked instead. When I returned I immediately attended to the obligatory worship of Maggie’s boots.

It was so long ago that I couldn’t remember the last time I caressed Maggie’s boots without my latex gloves on and I have since searched my blog for the answer. It’s impossible to be exactly sure but my photos show that I have been wearing gloves in my sessions with Maggie since early in 2012. I'm only glad Mistress had decided not to carry her crop as I worked hard on her knee high boots, because she commented that ‘You have an erection that looks like it needs some discipline.’  Well, what red blooded slave wouldn’t with a beautiful Mistress in transparent latex towering above you? but I thought it best to continue with my efforts to please, more long tongue strokes and caresses of the boots.

Nice as my cool nude situation was it didn’t last forever, and as I was led by my collar into The Clinic I realised that today’s bombshell ‘no latex’ rule only applied to The Playroom. Laid on the couch was the cream rubber body bag. This is a wonderfully confining and hot bag and I appreciated Mistresses forethought about the welfare of her slave. It would be hot enough bagged without the suit, socks and gloves.

There is an art to being bagged and when Mistress has secured the optional extension to her gynae chair you need to remember that you enter the bag at the mid point of the couch. That way you do not upset the balance of the couch and it is easier to work your feet into the body bag. As always I was reminded of the correct way. ‘Settle yourself in the middle of the couch, slave’. 

It didn't take long for my arms to be pinioned inside the internal sleeves of the bag and after a few adjustments to get my shoulders resting neatly, Maggie zipped the bag all the way up to the neck and buckled up the straps, and that was that, all bound up in thick rubber for the rest of the afternoon. It does feel delightful being so enclosed and restricted but I was really grateful that Mistress had decided on no extra latex layers. 

As I lay back warm and very happy, Mistress disappeared to the Playroom and returned with a cream hood which was so easy to wear, very comfortable and not at all restrictive, making it a good foundation for the same FM12 gasmask that I’d worn in my last session. With its feeding tube eagerly grasped between my lips I waited in hope for my long overdue rehydration and infusion of nectar.

However, Maggie had another type of infusion planned for her slave before I could be rewarded with her long, warm drink. I had a rope tightly applied to separate cock from balls, then Maggie went on to create a large sterile field around her operating area and sponged my balls with sterile swabs. Mistress used her aroma delivery system to relax me and after a few puffs gently inserted a cannula into my ball sac.

Absolutely no problems. Mistress is a real expert in cannula insertion and this time took the precaution of a little surgical tape to help keep the cannula where she wanted. The tight tourniquet round the base of my member isn't part of Mistresses sadistic pleasures, well actually it might be, but acts as a barrier to prevent the saline solution from migrating from balls to cock. When your infusion session ends you find out exactly what your cock and balls look like without the tight string, when your cock and balls metamorphose into a homogenous blob resembling a honeydew melon. Nothing like my cock and balls at all.

Although the drip was free flowing it does still take quite a while for your balls to accommodate the bag of saline, and at this time it was appropriate for me to receive the welcome refreshment I had been craving. Mistress made sure I still had the drinking tube securely wedged between my teeth and made yet another trip to the bathroom returning with another tumbler of cool water which she consumed in a most erotic manner in front of my gas mask lenses. It is a wonderful sight because I was at last able to get the full beauty of my Mistress, unmasked and sipping her nectar producing liquid.

Inside my by now quite watery prison I had to smile. I could see Mistress straining to create that flow for which her bladder is so renowned. ‘Come on slave, give my bladder some words of encouragement!’. I was expecting a veritable waterfall or even another tsunami, but try as she might it took Maggie quite a while before she produced a drink and I heard that groan of satisfaction that I have grown to love. The long tube that was gracefully dangling over her shoulder when she had let me into her Chambers was now attached to my drinking tube and its flow tap turned on. After a few big gulps of her nectar Maggie must have sensed my mischievous side rearing up. ‘Don't you dare think of blowing slave’, I was warned.

In the past I had been known to do a quick blow down the tube, inflating Maggie's piss pants and causing much amusement and consternation in equal quantities. Oh, probably better behave myself this time I thought, though I did seriously think about it when the well ran dry, but instead I sucked harder and harder trying to seal Mistresses private parts inside the pants and also to encourage maybe a few more pearls of her nectar. 

One thing I found out afterwards is in really hot weather it becomes increasingly difficult to produce a good flow of urine, which might explain why there was just half a bag of Mistress’ refreshing liquids for me to consume. In the cooler future months I am sure that I will find myself being overwhelmed by her pee again, but not today.

A few more whiffs of aroma and Maggie in her role of virologist announced she was now proceeding with my COVID treatment. I already had my jabs so I was unsure what further treatment was necessary, but when Maggie got her needles out I assumed I would be having more jabs, in fact it turned out that I needed a LOT more jabs. My balls were fully saline inflated and all I could feel were quite a few very light pricks as Maggie announced, 'that's another pin in'. Whether I was floating in my normal euphoric state, or the aromas were particularly effective, or I just wanted to please my Mistress, or a combination of all three, but all I could feel were the delightful little pricks and an ever increasing bigger prick!

Every now and then Maggie would change sides, to make sure she had exactly the right angle for another pin. This movement required Maggie to traverse around my feet and the first time the latex pee pipe got hooked around my upturned toes. I had visions of it stretching, snapping tight and belting Mistress across her very private parts, there was no way I could allow that to happen to Mistress so I developed the technique of flexing my feet every time she passed that area. One very welcome side effect of this flexing was the intake of cool air I received around my cock and balls every time I twiddled my feet, a bit like a pair of bellows. Once again I thought it really thoughtful for Mistress to say ‘No latex!’. Always her slaves welfare in mind.

Though I remained strapped down and clueless as to what was going on in my nether regions, Maggie seemed to be getting more excited with every prick of my ball sac, and once satisfied her needlework was complete out came the liquid latex. I received a full narrative on how the painting was proceeding as she set to work with a small brush, applying latex paint to every last inch of my exposed inflated balls. To speed up the drying time Maggie used The Playroom hairdryer, I’m not sure she had fully read the cooking instructions because for a moment I thought my balls were being grilled! As soon as I yelped and mentioned that they were getting rather warm, Maggie immediately dropped the heat level down to medium and no further cooking sensations.

A second coat was applied and dried, Maggie laughed and said she had isolated my COVID problem. She was obviously very pleased with her virology work and wanted to share her satisfaction, the electric couch was set in motion to raise her patient into a half comfortable seating position so I could view my current COVID status. When I actually saw the COVID model she had created I was truly amazed at the skill and artistry exhibited by my wonderful Mistress.

In fact Maggie was so pleased with her slave that she announced that today I was allowed an orgasm. I felt as happy as a guinea pig as Maggie left the room to retrieve her Hitachi wand, moments later I had a lubed up cock sleeve around my cock and being wildly vibrated. It only took about 30 seconds to reach my ecstatically happier moment; my COVID ridden balls exploded and I was forced to cum. I say forced but all the needlework and fondling of cock and balls had also been rather exciting. It was a good job that release came when it did, because once the restraint round the base of my cock was released, the whole cock and balls disappeared into the homogenous bloblike state I mentioned earlier, and I doubt even the Hitachi could find anything to excite down there. 

Mistress Maggie was right to mandate no latex work suit etc, because even just in the latex bondage sack I sweated profusely. In fact when I dismounted (from the middle of the couch of course) I could actually hear the waterfall that cascaded down onto the Clinic floor as what seemed like gallons of sweat escaped. Mistress has excelled herself once again and turned the past 15 months of COVID misery into something wonderful and worth waiting for. Thank you Maggie