NEVER Trust A Nettle

Today started with a very excited slave, happy to be serving Mistress once again. Arriving on time, I was delighted to be greeted by Mistress Maggie in a skin tight purple latex ensemble The tightness of her latex trousers across her beautiful buttocks had me mesmerised as they undulated towards the Playroom. I complemented Maggie on her natural hair style as it was the first time in a long time that Mistress freed her hair and hadn't covered it. It looked great! 

As usual I was dispatched to The Bathroom to change into my black latex socks and gloves and I noticed an innocuous sprig of nettles nestling in the bath. I was pleased because the stem looked old, and from previous experience, it is the younger, fresh sprigs that are the most potent. I didn't think any more about their stingability until the very end of the session, but more about that later.

Mistress made sure I received a good whipping as I licked and worshipped her boots. Not as hard as the thrashing I had last session, but sufficiently firm to remind me who the boss is. It wasn't long until I was instructed to don my heavy latex catsuit, which I managed to get in all on my own! By the time I had zipped all 4 zips firmly in place I felt quite pleased with my achievements, glad that I’d not needed Maggie to assist and put unnecessary strain on her recovering shoulder.

‘On to the bed slave, bum in the air’, said Mistress, and I was once more re-introduced to my red ribbed butt plug. It felt quite at home and remained snuggled right up to the end of our session. I hadn't worn it continuously  for quite a while and I felt delightfully plugged. To top off her rubber toy’s uniform for the day, Mistress fitted me with a nice and comfortable black latex hood with eyes, nose and mouth openings, and I was now Maggie's rubber plaything once more. 

Still on the bed I was told to flip over onto my back, where by chance I had a little cuddle with Ted, Mistress’ leather bear. I couldn't get too affectionate because the spikes round his neck truly lived up to their name! Ted is witness to all events that happen in the playroom, and I did get a few whispered comments about our owner before Maggie prevented any more secrets being divulged by returning him to his place of honour on the shelf. It 's strange how Ted's whispers sound very like a deeper version of Mistress Maggie's voice!

My cock and balls were secured in a rope harness and as I glanced down I detected a silver ring had been knitted into the arrangement. Hmmm. Interesting!

Mistress then joined me on the bed where, sitting alongside me, she began stroking the only naked bits of her rubber toy with her suede gloves, a totally different sensation to rubber gloves and quite pleasant.

What was more interesting and somewhat restrictive was the heavy leather straitjacket Maggie then fitted round her slave. I felt a little embarrassed when Mistress commented that the straps would only go round once because I am too fat!

Anyway, I soon found out the reason for the ring as I was perched on the spanking stool and had ankle cuffs fitted, and yes, you guessed it, my balls were latched to my ankles. Stretching my legs more than a couple of inches and I would have de-nutted myself! Actually a small amount of flexing was quite pleasurable although perhaps I shouldn't mention that. 

Mistress had decided that I would benefit from some prolonged breath play training, more specifically bagging breath play, and I would be sealed inside a plastic bag a little longer with each go. I hadn't been bagged for a while but that was about to change big style. Armed with her rustling plastic bag Maggie approached me with a cotton pad and soaked it with aromas.

The first serious bagging was a whiff of the pad then head in bag. I was determined to last as long as I could and actually wondered if I had the bottle to let it get to the stage of actually passing out. Maggie of course has never allowed things to go that far, I was not struggling too much before the bag was removed for a short breather. ‘This training session requires you to be prepared to take more extra breaths before asking me for any mercy’, Maggie instructed. ‘Do you understand?’ I responded with a simple 'Yes'.

The second bagging had the bag held on with a simple rope tie and Maggie was determined to break any of my self control as every time I was regulating my breathing she used her whip to 'tickle' my already compromised testicles. Heavier, targeted strokes from her whip had me forcing a sharp intake of breath and dragging those already depleted oxygen and aroma remnants down into my gasping lungs. This lasted for quite a while as Maggie smiled at her gasping slave through the plastic.

The third bagging was even more intense. Maggie soaked the wad again and placed the pad inside the bag again, just under my nose. Full blown, continuous aromas were now wafting around inside my polythene bag head. 

Although the plastic bag was roped on again I think I might have benefitted from a small gap somewhere around the neck seal, because I was able to go on far longer than I thought I was capable of achieving. It was a struggle and just on the cusp of suffocating but I kept going. I am not sure if I was just lucky or Maggie had planned it that way. In either case, I panted on, breathing in the aromas and this time so determined to go further. 

Again more whipping of balls to play with my breathing, a series of light and more meaningful floggings of my crotch had me twitching and struggling, and yes, Mistress' sadistic side surfaced and I am sure she enjoyed my struggles with her whip a lot more than I did. Thinking about it, if I really was able to pass out it would not be fair on my Mistress, because she does worry about her slaves and passing out is not a worry I want to present her with.

All good things come to an end, too soon on this occasion, despite me having a very long, enjoyable spell inside my bag, Mistress has a session plan and we were now moving to the next items on her list.

Once the rope harness was around my cock and balls was removed I was back on the bed to complete my rubberisation. A rubber cock and ball sheath was fitted. The excellent ball covering contains electrodes that Maggie attached to one of her electric boxes. That sensation is a wonderfully pulsating throb having the electrodes pressed onto balls by the rubber sheath, no escape and none wanted. I must admit that my cock was small today and my balls were less than cooperative, but as always Maggie persisted and fitted both and that was that. Just for fun, Maggie applied two vibrating bullets to the rubber cock sheath. My Mistress' ingenuity at tormenting her slave is boundless! 

The next scene had me laying on the plank that had been attached to the overhead gantry and Maggie was wrapping me with cling film. Not a full wrap, just  6" wide wraps at chest, waist and knees, each one also receiving a couple of turns of gaffer tape on top for extra security. At the time I wasn't certain what the wrappings were for, certainly not a full mummification like I have enjoyed on many previous occasions. Never mind, Mistress knows where this is heading.

I soon found out where it was going when Maggie raised the gantry, which in turn raised one end of the plank that I was taped to. As the angle increased the tape wrapping prevented me from sliding off, although as you might expect, there was a slight gravity induced slide down the glossy plank, until I was once more stationary and comfortable.

I no longer had anything exposed to the world apart from mouth, eyes and nose, and that was resolved with the addition of the fm12 gas mask with two hose ports. Two hoses were fitted to the mask, one to a bubble bottle and the other to the aromas pump hose that delivered many intoxicating blasts over the next ninety minutes of pleasurable and painful moments that Mistress allowed me to experience.

After a few quick puffs and a lot of loud bubbling Maggie unzipped both nipple zips and I was no longer totally sealed. Of course I couldn't be sealed because Mistress wanted to have needle fun with my nipples. I could feel several pins being pushed into my nipples, each one receiving equal amounts until eight had been deployed, each accompanied by a warning, ‘On a count of three slave - 1.. 2.. 3’, and a brief but nasty piercing sensation immediately followed the countdown. Mistress has trained me very well so I am now becoming able to accept needles without hardly a flinch.

A slight sensation was felt, as what turned out to be the sprig of nettles caressed my pinned nipples, but as I mentioned earlier, I was only expecting a mild additional sensation from this older sprig, especially as I was almost overwhelmed by the myriad of other sensations already coursing through various bits of my anatomy. Oh and I have forgotten to mention that Mistress had wired me in to several electrical circuits by this time, including one to either nipple; one stick on electrode and one clamped to a needle per nipple. No wonder the nettles were only a marginal increase in my 'pleasure' levels.

It was heading towards the end of the session when Mistress lowered the gantry to enable me a last incredibly erotic view of her absolutely superb breasts, so close to my ogling gas masked eyes that I am sure I could feel the warmth radiating from them. Even with needles and electric I still am  over the moon at how really good I feel at the sight of my Mistress. 

As we were changing at the end of another amazing session, I found out two facts: 

The first was that Maggie had been able to accept slaves this week and that was really good news. It meant that Mistress was well on the road to recovery. 

The second and far more alarming fact  was the reintroduction of the nettles following my comment about the almost imperceptible stimuli from the old sprig. I really shouldn't have made that comment, because Maggie fetched the offending sprig and began mischievously stroking my groin with it. Now I did feel that. But when she moved on to my nipples - YIKES!!!, it was like a lightening bolt… many times the sensation from any nettles I have experienced in the past. I have had to revise my assessment of nettle potency and will never trust the age of a nettle to determine its shock value.

I am receiving excellent training from Mistress Maggie and in turn Maggie knows exactly what to do with her rubber slave to get and give pleasure. I can't wait for my next session with the best Mistress I could wish for. Thanks Maggie.

Caution: This  2:19min bagging in a straitjcket clip has audio.  

Long Needle Mangina

I do really love being a Guinea Pig for Mistress Maggie and today was no exception. I suppose from a slaves perspective, to provide a genuine service to a fantastic Mistress is one of the highest accolades. Not that the calling mail gave any hint whatsoever what was about to unfold, just instruction to bring my heavy black latex catsuit to wear. A quick ring of the Chambers doorbell had Mistress greeting me in her slinky back catsuit, In fact the only bit of Mistress visible was her beautiful face that was framed in black latex and her shining black hair, giving that natural touch to an otherwise perfect latex façade.

Despite the very neutral calling mail, I knew I was in for yet another treat. Oh boy, I was SO tempted to plant a giant kiss on those undulating black orbs as we ascended to The Playroom, but I didn't. If Mistress wanted a kissed bottom, she would have stopped. As it was, I longed for it but my training has been thorough. What Mistress wants Mistress gets and don't overstep the boundaries!

Off to the Bathroom to return suitably clad in socks and gloves I took my place for the preliminary worship and licking of the boots. This time Maggie wielded her whip with a little more venom in a style that was not aimed at mere titillation. No, she meant some of those thwacks which turned out to be just a precursor of what I was about to receive. 'Over the Horse slave', she instructed.

Sticking to a theme, Mistress paraded a variety of mainly home made, paddles, belts, whips and tawses so I could see them, and I did detect a little sadism creeping in as Mistress first had me kiss some of the flagellation implements then laid into my back, bottom and thighs. Some of the blows really cracked the atmosphere and quite a few had me whimpering.

To finish off, Mistress brought out her trusty wooden hairbrush and by this time my arse didn't know whether it was coming or going, to the extent that I didn't even know if it was the firm side or brush side of the hairbrush! Still on the brighter side I was helping another slave, because Mistress wanted to test that her arm was fit enough to deliver a suitable flogging. I certainly think it is, so other slaves watch out! Even after 6 hours, when I was relaxing in a hot shower, my arse was tingling as the shower caressed my buttocks. That is how good a flogging I received.

After the flogging, I was allowed to put on my heavy latex suit, then I was back over the horse for metal electric butt plug to be fitted . If you read my last blog, it is the same one that went in so easily and provided such exciting stimulus. Well, on this occasion I think my arse was playing up, because no matter how Mistress tried and even with a dedicated harness we couldn't get it to stay in. We came to the conclusion that last time I was initially stretched by my red butt plug and I was told in no uncertain terms that I had to remind Mistress to use my plug first. No matter, another electric plug was retrieved and went in very easily. Not quite as vibrant as the metal one but still very capable of delivering those electric sensations.

Zipped up and snug in my latex suit from neck downwards we proceeded through to the Clinic, with a warning from Maggie, 'Don't step on the cables slave'. I was greeted with a black rubber covered gynae couch and instructed to mount said couch. Maggie then fitted me with the pair of inflatable gloves. I remembered the knack of making my hand as small and pointed as I could and the gloves easily engulfed both hands. Once pumped up I was a little disappointed that I couldn't sneak a quick stroke of Mistresses wonderful buttocks. Well I could stroke them, but with the gloves pumped I lost that really nice sensation of latex glove on latex bum, and more importantly I lost the ability to deliver that softest of soft touches that I think Maggie occasionally appreciates. 

Irrelevant as it happened, because Mistress attached wrist cuffs and secured both hands to the couch. I had no chance of delivering a sensual stroke now.

It was about this time when my life in the Clinic got a whole lot darker. It was as if the lights had been turned out and complete blackness descended on my person. Actually, nothing sinister. Mistress had fitted the all encompassing latex helmet, and though it had no eye holes I did occasionally manage to get a glimpse of light through the single anaesthesia port at the front. I now know how a cyclops saw the world. Mistress decided not to inflate the hood which produced really unusual effects once the connecting tube was attached and I was plunged into total darkness.

Once connected to what I assumed to be the bellows that I’d glimpsed on the way in, breathing in was easy, but when I breathed out Mistress must have fed it through some valving system, because the first part of the exhale resulted in the hood starting to inflate, but after a couple of seconds the valve gently hissed, the air was exhaled and the hood returned to a snug fit against my cheeks. I did spend quite a lot of time in complete darkness for the remainder of my time in the Chambers, but mindful as ever of her slaves wellbeing, the inlet valve was occasionally removed and I was questioned about my wellbeing during my long time managing the bellows.

Of course when you are deprived of one of your senses the others become enhanced, and although hearing was a little 'hooded' I could sense roughly where Maggie was moving to within the room. I could also taste and smell even the merest drop of aromas, as Mistress every now and then granted her Guinea Pig a good and long whiff of the aromas in today’s intoxicating medicine pot. I was relaxed and gradually climbing onto that plain where I know that I want Maggie to feel free to do whatever she wants and try to provide every opportunity for Mistress to really enjoy herself. Throughout this period of 'darkness' I could see a vision of Mistress in her all black latex uniform, imagining those gentle hands doing whatever with her slave and feeling as happy as I had in a long time. 

It was quite obvious that Mistress had something in mind with my genital area, because once the crotch zip was teased open my somewhat small crown jewels could feel a good dollop of cocoa butter being massaged in to my groin area, which usually means a major op involving an inflated scrotum or losing my cock and balls again! I really didn’t care about any minor inconvenience on my part, my only desire was that my Mistress was enjoying her work on her willing Guinea Pig. 

The same area then received a thorough cleaning with what I assumed was antiseptic fluid, followed by a few prods with what I later found out was a marker pen, to guide the operation. A blast of aromas entered my mask signalling that the operation was about to commence. Without any warning of a 'quick prick', I tensed as the first needle was inserted. Bearing in mind I could only go by sounds and feel, I had to rely on Mistress to show in pictures exactly what was happening at the time. I knew that I was having quite a few needle insertions across lower stomach and ball sac. I could feel my manhood disappearing, later on I could sense electrodes being stuck on various sensitive places and I could taste the welcome infusion of aromas. But what I could 'see' was the last image I’d grasped of Mistress before being blacked out, and had that wonderful image to sustain me through all the pricks and shocks.

With a delighted laugh and cheer, Maggie finished her masterpiece of human re-engineering and it was easy to tell that Mistress was absolutely over the moon with the results of her artistry. I was still unaware of what exactly happened, but I did detect Mistress leaving for a moment and I knew she would hear if I was in difficulty. When she returned I got another really pleasant surprise. Mistress adjusted the height of the couch and again I couldn't say whether it went up or down, all I knew was Mistress was still in total control.

The bellows tube was removed and a little light crept into the hood but soon became partially blocked out by a tube being passed through the opening. ‘Are you able to grab the tube slave?’, Maggie asked, and grab it I did. I knew this was a feeding tube and I was so delighted that Mistress was going to allow me a drink. I hoped it was her pee but I never know what Maggie's thoughts are, so I sucked and sucked but nothing… until Maggie told me to suck again, and this time I had the honour of receiving a drink of VERY fresh nectar accompanied by a little more juice in the form of the electricity being increased whilst I drank from her rubber pants.

With my rehydration finished the end of my testing experience was fast approaching, but not before Mistress used the prism glasses to allow me a glimpse of her handy work. Over my fat stomach all I could see was a row of black ties, a couple of corks on the end of two very long needles and a myriad of wires. It turns out that Maggie, after first thoroughly sterilising the area, deployed a pair of 9" wires, stitched in and out of my groin area and joined together with cable ties (the black things I could see in the prisms) and two corks on the end of the 9" needles were for 'safety reasons'. Not clear for whose safety, mine or Maggie's!

Viewing the pictures I can see why she was so pleased with her art work. The Mangina was perfectly formed and after the ends of the ties were trimmed I was so proud to be the wearer of this magnificent artwork. It was time to decompose the masterpiece and I must say extraction of the component parts was considerably easier than their insertion. I was happy that once again I had been trusted enough for Mistress Maggie to be able to utilise me as her guinea pig and delighted to be the first pig to receive this innovative, original operation.

Thank you Mistress I really do appreciate being your test bed.

Caution: This 1:47min mangina with wires clip has audio.

Truly Humbled

I knew today’s theme would have a somewhat red feel because the calling mail asked me to bring my red catsuit, gloves and socks, but that was the only hint of what was about to happen. Mistress often gives a hint of what awaits me but not on this occasion. I was a little disappointed with the missing hint but it certainly did not prevent me from arriving outside The Chambers in an upbeat mood, ready and willing to perform whatever Mistress Maggie wished of her slave.

After a short wait I was greeted by my Mistress in her red catsuit. Ah, matching slave and owner! That gave a pleasant ‘in tune’ feeling for the rest of today. Not only a stunning red catsuit, Maggie also had matching red boots complemented with the stark black of her leather harness and highlighted with a stunning silver waspie that twinkled in the light that flooded in from the street.

I followed Mistress upstairs mesmerised by the way her body rippled in the tight latex and particularly the undulating cheeks that were so close to my devouring eyes. Once again I was tempted to nuzzle my nose between the red latex cheeks but as always I didn’t have the confidence that now was the right time, so I settled for ogling the sight as we safely ascended the stairs to The Playroom. 

We talked a little about trivia that had happened since our last meeting, until I was dispatched to The Bathroom with instructions to return in my red socks and gloves. Returning, dressed as instructed, I was set to work on cleaning Mistresses red boots, all the way up above the knees and all the way down to the heels, all the time accompanied by a tattoo from Maggie’s red handled suede whip. I was pleased that Maggie felt sufficiently relaxed to administer hard strokes across any part of me that came within range, with zero regard for how delicate the part.

As a self-preservation measure, I took to lying face down in order to clean the lower parts of those beautiful booted legs. Of course, Mistress knew exactly what I was doing and giggled that delightfully tinkly laugh that says she knows what I’m up to. However, in order to work my tongue up the boots towards her latex covered private parts, I needed to return to a more exposed position. I know that I mustn’t worship above the tops of the boots, crafty I know, but so far I have not been admonished for gently massaging that sacred area with the top of my head. After a fair whip thwacking and a few more caresses it was time to move on to the next part of the session and fitting me into my red latex catsuit.

As I went to gather up my catsuit I noticed the Humbler sitting quietly on top of the Toilet Box. That stirred my memory and started to bring into focus what might be happening later in the session, and all of a sudden I recalled an email I sent to Mistress about two months ago where I suggested -

' … the scenario that comes to mind includes:

Humbler, armbinder, one of your hoods/gas masks/helmets that leave me totally in the dark, aromas and of course your slave.

This might be impractical or not achievable but I imagined me being led around by the only Mistress I ever want… '

If you suggest something you have fantasised about Mistress is likely to put it into action if it’s possible. It won’t be immediate, she will mull it over before making it happen at a time she feels ready and the memory has faded in your mind.

Back to donning my catsuit where I managed to make quite a cock up. We agreed that next time I need to be more careful with the alignment of the seams of the suit in the leg area. I got into a real pickle by thinking the ankle zips should be on the inside leg, whereas they should be down the outside!  The legs were obviously twisted and the problem wasn’t noticed until I was fully dressed in it and zipped up, and I didn’t look very neat. I really must remember that for next time.

Maggie fitted me with a comfortable red hood to further enhance the redness and finally topped it off with a GP5 gas mask complete with aromas pump hose. A new bottle of Aromas was opened and a small amount poured into the glass jar and I was ready. But for what? This question was further enhanced when Mistress Maggie appeared wearing her own GP5 gas mask and also attached a hose.

Dancing had been put on the menu and Maggie changed the ambience by darkening the room and adding disco lights, Madonna tunes were soon to be heard through the Playroom speakers. What a combination; the erotic sounds of Madonna surpassed by the highly sensual and erotic dancing of my Mistress. The movement of her lithe body had me right under her spell, dancing really allows you to fully appreciate the subtleness, the texture, sounds and movement of latex; it was a real latex fetishists’ delight. We danced closer and I could feel the warmth from her superb body as she snuggled up with her dance moves, and as she closed in grabbed the ball… of the aromas pump of course and wafted me more wonderful puffs. 

We continued with these highly erotic movements for a while with Mistress getting good use of her whip on my willing body. It would be accurate to say that the highly charged dancing created an electric ambiance in the room and I was really pleased that Maggie seemed to be really enjoying her dancing with her slave. Just for the records, my dancing was the opposite end of the scale scale of the highly charged movements of Maggie as I move like a constipated cart horse, but I did enjoy it.

And now to my fantasy that I outlined above. First of all my arms were secured in a leather wrist binder, which once attached to my slave collar with a short belt, held my hands in a praying position. Mistress had wanted to use a short chain and on reflection that would have produced a more secure, less forgiving and unbreakable attachment between wrists and neck. I was ordered onto the bed, on my back for the act of attaching the Humbler. We have used this method on my previous humbling occasions by firstly securely attaching The Humbler across my stomach then, by opening my legs as wide as possible so the humbler can be passed through to the rear, and that’s it. The humbler is in the correct position which forces the wearer to constantly bend forward.

Mistress looking a little annoyed!

To help retain the Humbler, Mistress threaded two black ropes through the loops at the end of the humbler’s arms before feeding them through the cruck of my elbows and tightened the whole arrangement so I really was bent double. Once tightened, there is absolutely no way the wearer can stand and at most I was able to just see Mistresses beautiful features if I raised my eyes as far as I could. It appeared that my walking would be reduced to a shuffle too, as Maggie began fitting a short metal spreader bar between my ankles. The GP5 had been removed by now, only to be replaced with an inflatable gas mask which Mistress went on to gently blow up.

The final piece of my incarceration was in the Clinic and Maggie led me there to seek it out. There wasn’t much chance for me to look around as in no time at all I was made sightless, because the item she’d sought was a pair of eye covers that fitted perfectly over my gasmask’s lenses. And that was that. Legs shackled, arms totally immobile attached to my neck and totally blind. It is a superb feeling to be so dependent on one wonderful person who had it in her power to once again do what she wanted with her willing slave. 

Mistress had several jobs that she needed to do around the upper floor and I was led by my lead in whichever direction she needed to go. We headed towards the bathroom and I got a good telling off for having not left the light on and door closed. Inside the bathroom, another telling off for leaving the seat up then a hobble back to the Playroom. It is really difficult walking with shackled ankles, and although I tried really hard I did allow my clattering spreader bar to catch against door frames and skirting boards, only to be told off once more.

Those of you who have followed my blog know slovenliness and carelessness generally attract painful consequences and today was no different. Bear in mind I had been completely blind for quite a while and had been led round and round the Playroom and other parts of the upper floor, I really had no idea as to my orientation and was perplexed when Mistress bent me further forward and snapped my neck into the stocks. Now, I associate the Stocks with the large wooden ones normally hung from the hoist, yet the ones I was secured in had no give and no sway, and little did I know that my bum was at the ideal angle.

Mistress indicated I was about to receive a crop stroke for each misdemeanour and to reinforce the punishment I was to repeat the words after each stroke.

I (thwack), must (thwack), not (thwack), leave (thwack), the (thwack), toilet (thwack thwack), seat (thwack), up (thwack).

This metre was repeated for the other issues;

I must not close the bathroom (thwack thwack) door,

I must not leave the landing (thwack thwack) light on,

I must not damage (thwack thwack) the skirting (thwack thwack) boards,

I must not damage (thwack thwack) the door frames.

At the end, I tentatively asked Mistress why I received double thwacks for bathroom, toilet, damage and skirting. Simple. ‘One smack per syllable’ she replied, and picking up her crop went on to demonstrate again! I wasn’t complaining as I deserved whatever I got.

Mistress did not spare the rod and knew that my thick rubber suit would deaden some of the force of the strokes, but that was no excuse for me shamefully managing to snap the strap that had tethered my wrists to my collar. I think she just needed to punish her slave and get rid of any frustrations, because the broken strap meant the ropes gradually worked loose making the Humbler give up its grip on my balls. She had promised to tighten the spikes on my balls and use the stretching mechanism to further extend my balls, but this would have required a full system reset and Maggie was ready for the next and final phase. It turned out once the eye covers were removed that the stocks used were the ones incorporated in the back of her throne, hence the rigidity of their neck embrace. 

The final phase was suspension and electro stimulus. I am becoming quite adept at climbing into the heavy suspension harness and was pleased when I received a ‘Well done slave’, as the only task Mistress needed to do was tighten the waist and crotch straps. A word of advice to anyone fortunate enough to be offered this suspension, is to take a couple of moments to adjust the two crotch straps to make sure balls are well out of the way, because all your weight rests on these straps and a misplaced bollock would have excruciating consequences.

Once the straps were tight, I was able to save Mistress the task of attaching the top of the suspension frame to the ceiling ring and received another ‘Well done slave.’ These compliments really set me up because I have pleased my Mistress and in a small way do compensate for the problems I had caused. Once attached to the overhead, I follow Maggie’s advice and test that everything sits comfortably by bending knees and allowing the harness to take my considerable weight. Once satisfied, Mistress arranges my legs in leather stirrups, attaching them to the overhead frame, I can then sit back in the harness and it’s a relatively easy task for Mistress to raise the frame and end up with a swinging slave.

Word to the wise: The suspension is heavy equipment. As Mistresses slave you have a responsibility to protect her from damage and keep a keen eye on the overhead and warn Mistress if she is about to bang her head.

Although I had asked for the inflatable hood to be removed following my punishment, it was now reinstated and I was to enjoy the finale with aromas too. Maggie set about setting up an electrifying finish and by the time she’d finished, I guess I had sufficient circuitry to run a switch panel, computer or even the lights in the house. 

The first two circuits included the electro loops around my cock/balls teamed with the large bulldog clips that Maggie recently announced on her X feed. The third circuit involved an electro sound paired with a stick-on pad near my bum hole. this sent quite a sensation right through my groin area and Mistress made sure I was given an extensive sounding. That’s three independent circuits, each pulsing at slightly different speeds that led to one very happy and very stimulated slave. Maggie was obviously keen on clamps today, more had been fastened onto my nipples in the form of bright orange ones with teeth. After the embarrassment last session, I was determined not to ejaculate and this time I managed to stay orgasm free. 

I don’t know if this disappointed Mistress, but her final action certainly killed off any orgasmic thoughts when she turned her attention to my nipples and removed one of my clamps. Maggie is well aware of the stimulation a slave gets when a clamp is removed and I am sure I did not disappoint when I hollered AAARGGH!!! My response must have made her feel hungry because she took a huge and very painful bite from my left nipple. I am sure there were some cannibalistic thoughts in her mind and any more pressure and I could definitely see myself being de-nippled. Of course I have two nipples and had to endure her painful treatment twice!

Once again, I have nothing but admiration for the exciting journey Mistress Maggie took me along today and can only hope that she continues to allow me to continue my training. 

Thank you Mistress.

Warning: This 1min rubber dancing clip has audio.

Expunged and Inflated

Imagine the scene. I knock, and after an appropriate delay I am greeted, firstly with the sight of a big red dildo, then by a red latex clad beauty. Mistress Maggie was wearing a pair of tights composed of a really unusual material. It looked latexy and just like latex it certainly hugged her beautiful legs (lucky tights), yet it was not latex. The tights had a black sheen but certainly not as glossy as the brand new boots Mistress was sporting. All in all I started to drool at the sight of my beautiful dominatrix and this time I made no bones about trying to get close to that perfect derriere that was so teasing as we climbed the stairs.  

All sins expunged

The sight, sound and scent all reinforced why I am so devoted to Maggie. I think of my promise to my owner and reaffirm, silently, that I would do anything Mistress asks immediately and without hesitation. I really am under the spell of this mischievous, magnificent maiden. 

Oh, and by the way, I was a little apprehensive about the size of the dildo waving happily in my direction. It may just be that with it being bright red the girth was more visible than other black ones that have made their way up my bum, or was it truly bigger than my previous visitors? No matter, with any luck I would be able to gauge the size of Maggie’s new joy toy in the very near future.

After disrobing in the bathroom and returning in latex socks and gloves, I was given the opportunity to get up close and personal with the new boots. I did feel privileged when Maggie mentioned I was the first slave to be given the honour with the new boots and I worked doubly hard to ensure they remained sparklingly clean. I also was granted a couple of moments licking a small area of the black tights. They certainly licked like rubber and had I been blindfold I might have mistaken them for latex. There are a few tell tale signs that differentiate them; the smell, or rather the lack of latex smell, there is a slight 'material' feel on the tongue which isn't evident with  latex, but all in all they are a wonderful addition to my licking experiences. 

What was a little more of a concern was the matter of fact way that Maggie recounted a series of infractions that had occurred, and not necessarily since my last punishment, these were to be taken care of following my worship. Many times in the past I have been so engrossed with boot cleaning that I didn't want that part to end. On this occasion I was hoping that it wouldn't end because of the descriptions of what I was about to receive and why.

But alas, there was no way of escaping the strokes and I was un-ceremonially draped over the horse and lashed down with Maggie's white rope, tight enough to reinforce this was a punishment and not a sensual flogging. Punished as follows -

Beating with a leather butterfly crop, 12 strokes with it for a crackpot remark I had made on twitter

Over the knee spanking for sucking hard on the piss pants tube and sealing Maggie tightly inside them, meaning she had been unable to assess the success of her latest watersports setup back in July ’21, leading to 6 extra junior cane strokes for being cheeky about the sucking. At the time it was amusing but after the junior cane the remark was not so funny!

12 strokes with the senior cane for surreptitiously pumping aromas when not authorised way back in November ’19.

As this was a punishment, all strokes were delivered quickly, without hesitation and straight on the bare arse. Mistress may have a memory like an elephant but is always fair, and at the end of the punishment she did state all past sins were now expunged and the slate wiped clean (or was it whipped clean?).

Once again, I was relieved, or rather the heat in my ass was relieved when I was slipped quickly into my latex suit. The relief of the cooling rubber is really palpable and I breathed a sigh of relief as Mistress attached a lead and walked me through to the Clinic.

I clambered onto the centre of the couch in response to a barely perceptible gesture, which I am getting better at recognising due to my training, and instructed to slide down the couch so my ass was over the end and legs firmly up in the stirrups. I think I was about to be introduced to Big Red! 

I am a very lucky slave to be honoured with an incredible pegging by an incredible Mistress and after the initial shock when Big Red makes the first incision and slips through the sphincter, I was in heaven. To be well and truly taken in such a manner must rank as one of the greatest exchanges a slave can receive from his Mistress. Unlike the punishment this ended all too quickly, but as a reminder of my trip to heaven Mistress inserted the long string of anal balls. Four in total on a semi rigid stem, which result in approximately 12" of insertion up your back passage. Once in, the back zip was closed and the balls hidden safely out of sight.

I then helped Maggie with attaching the extension to the couch to allow me to lie almost flat, and once the extension was attached I was helped into a second latex suit. This was comfortable and of light construction and I thought it strange that Mistress would grant me this luxury as she guided me back onto the now flat couch and eased me into the inflatable hood. With a bit of adjustment and a little struggling, the hood was also able to accommodate an anaesthesia mask to allow nose breathing. This is an important innovation because without this, any aroma delivered would be into the mouth and this has proved less effective than nasal inhalation. At this point Maggie changed into her medical gown and I knew the 'operation' I had requested was imminent.

The inflatable hood was pumped up and a few puffs of aromas had me ready and relaxed for what was about to happen. Last time I suggested an operation so it could have been several options; needle work to stomach, needle work to nipples, catheter sewn into cock... Maggie chose to de-male me by sewing the end of my penis neatly away from view by covering it with my ball sack.

Naturally, as you would expect from such a professional, Maggie thoroughly cleaned the area of the operation before inserting the first suture. Regular infusions of aromas were offered and willingly accepted, maintaining a great calm that I was able to sustain through all 6 sutures. Being intimately handled by a fantastic surgeon results in a pathetic cock attempting to become a little less pathetic. The stitches soon put an end to that idea and I was still left with a pathetic cock, but this time straining for greatness that in its current predicament could never happen.

All pumped up with nowhere to go!

It hadn't registered until now that the second suit that I was comfortable wearing was inflatable to match the hood. I was soon made aware of this remarkable capability when Maggie attached the pump and things suddenly got a lot tighter. Mistress pumped and pumped but fortunately the strong couch straps contained a lot of pressure so it was snug but not huge. Every now and then, Maggie allowed me periods without the aroma tube, treating me to lungfuls of her own exhaled air instead. That was warm and very sweet and was indeed another little luxury I had not expected. 

It was a good job that I was securely strapped, because Mistress decided on some electrical fun with her electro drum brush coupled with an electro pad round where my cock used to be, and proceeded to beat out a quick tattoo across my sutures. I thought the punishment beatings hurt but this was almost unbearable. I tried to endure the sharp stabbing pains for as long as I could because I knew my discomfort was giving amusement to Mistress.

I have said in the past Maggie is not an out and out sadist and is aware of threshold levels that her subjects can endure. After a while I could tell from her voice that the idea of moderating her electric torture may have her somewhat disappointed, and my screaming died away to a low moan of satisfaction as her phone rang and there was a natural break in the excruciating pain. 

This used to be my c@@k!

The e-stim was only at level 10, normally a level I can accommodate, but I think the concentration of the electricity into the fine wire of the drum brush appeared to magnify the pain. As the call finished Mistress relented, having checked that the sutures were still in place she replaced the brush with a second electro  pad and all was well with the world.

It is so frustrating when your cock is so effectively sewn out of the way and your beautiful Mistress is gently stroking where your cock used to be, but I wouldn't exchange the experience for anything.

The final act from Mistress Maggie was to release all straps holding her slave in place and as she did so, I ballooned like a Michelin man. That tickled both of us and we closed the session in a happy frame of mind.

So, for next time, I suggested suspension isolation. Maggie has complete authority to interpret that as she wishes or to totally ignore. Watch this space and thank you Mistress for another exciting adventure.

Boil in the Bag

This was a good session to start my next 100. A really thorough whipping from Mistress Maggie and a good boil in a bag experience. I appreciate there is some debate as to when a new century commences, logically you have to complete a 100 years before moving on, but current thinking is that I already started my third century of training in session 200. No matter, whatever the definition, session 201 was another step forward.

I started as I mean to go on by asking Mistresses permission if I could stroke her bottom with my latex gloved hands. In the past I have surreptitiously attempted to stroke her bottom at any stolen opportunity; following Maggie upstairs to her Chambers or when she moves around the medical couch, but I now believe that I have been taking liberties and should be a little embarrassed for my familiarity without her consent. I need to start 201 with a positive acceptance of my worshipful desires, if her answer was no then no it would be, however it transpires that Maggie likes having her bottom gently stroked and caressed by a chlorinated latex glove, and the answer was 'Yes’. Yippeee!. 

A quick, painless and sterile catheterisation.

There has always been a running order for our sessions and bottom stroking hadn’t been on Mistress' menu, but a little deviation from her plan was easily accommodated and I spent a glorious five minutes when I returned from the bathroom with my latex gloves on being given the joy of actually stroking her magnificent globes without fear of retribution. 

Maggie was wearing a pair of tight fitting briefs and I can well understand why she does like having them stroked, because the feeling from my perspective of latex on latex was out of this world. I spent as much time as Mistress could fit in the schedule, just gently stroking and giving her cheeks the occasional granted kiss. I am not sure how it has taken this slave so long to have the guts to ask for Maggie’s permission, because her bottom is so kissable.  

A gas mask was rapidly and snugly fitted over my head; neoprene based with a standard rubber frontage, and the final attachment was the aroma pump hose. It felt superb; snug, secure and rubbery. The final addition was the insertion of my own butt plug as I laid prone over the high horse. Either Mistress is getting to know that hole better or that hole is getting more accommodating or, as I suspect a combination of both but in any event, in it went and a firm pat to ensure it was seated.

With my ass raised up and my head firmly on the bed to give Mistress better purchase and a better swing, I was instructed to self medicate on aromas as she set about warming my arse, back, sides and occasionally balls with a mix of hard and satisfying splats from her leather whips. I actually enjoyed this bare arse flogging…  I know, another dangerous admission for the future! But I had control of the aromas bulb which enabled me to turn the sensations into pleasure and I also knew I was pleasing my Mistress. The only time I jumped a bit was when Maggie administered an up and under, landing fairly and squarely on c**k and balls. This amused Maggie and I delighted in that wonderfully alluring stifled laugh each time she struck home and I jumped.

Boy, did I welcome my latex suit immediately after the flogging. As it went on, the latex was cooling against my very warmed up arse and body. It felt wonderful. 

I did have to bid farewell to my own plug so that Maggie could replace it with her chosen metal electrode. Once wired and tested, Mistress zipped up the suit so the small metal plug was safe and snug inside me and the wires were the only elements protruding. Mistress attached a lead to my slave collar and led me through to The Clinic.


In recent chatter on Mistress Maggie's Twitter feed, we were bantering about her Hazmat suits and how short life might become without air, along the lines of  -

Masked up and ready for the sealing.

Maggie:  '...but with your head zipped in you're more likely to die of oxygen starvation after 2 minutes, unless you have the correct breathing apparatus....' 

slave : '...It would be fun to check out what breathing apparatus you are thinking of...'

Maggie: '...I’m always happy to experiment. I know ways of getting air to a plastic isolated guinea pig.'

And she sure did, as Maggie went on to show me during the session.

The first part of the procedure was to fit me with a catheter. A squirt up the urethra with lubricating, anaesthetic jelly cannot be hurried as the numbing anaesthetic takes about five minutes to work and allow painless insertion, but does give Maggie time to prepare the other parts of her catheter kit. No sooner had the five minutes elapsed than the catheter was in, a urine bag attached and my balls were enclosed in an electro sheath. When Maggie attached the control box to my belt I realised that I was going to be totally and cleverly enclosed in the hazmat suit without any need for external connections, apart from air of course. This scenario was starting to get really interesting and very exciting.

Totally sealed in. Even the pee was self contained. 

Now I was ready and we proceeded to don our hazmat suits. I felt really privileged that I was able to do something really useful by assisting Maggie with her suit and then her green wellies. Once again, my previous training paid dividends as I remember how to assist with the boots and they slid on to her feet like a dream. Maggie made sure the collection bag and the electrics to bum and balls were all inside the suit, firmly attached to my belt, then the zip was pulled, sealing the attachments and me all together inside the plastic Hazmat enclosure suit.

Ah yes, the method for air delivery. I had a plain black hood fitted in place of that rather nice gas mask, then a simple green anaesthetic mask was fixed on top of that using a matching mask harness, and a flexible hose was passed through the crown of the suit to supply air to my mask. This allowed the zip to be totally closed with an almost airtight seal and that was almost that. Maggie applied light cuffs to my wrists and I was breathing easily through the plastic tube.

With my head raised up on an integrated pillow I could gaze out through the plastic, and I was quite happy that I had a full view of my beautiful Mistress. I thought this was going to be a piece of cake. I could breathe easily, could see Mistress and started to relax although I was becoming aware that the heat inside the hazmat suit was starting to rise. Oh well, I do like a little bit of warmth in session.

Maggie enjoying her slave.

Breathing got a little restrictive to say the least when the twin rebreather bags were brought online, but on the positive side Maggie had rigged up the system to deploy aromas while I kept the rebreathers rising and falling for her. My breathing became quite laboured but I tried my hardest to keep the green bags moving in the rising heat.

Things got a lot steamier as Mistress Maggie raised her hood and manoeuvred herself a LOT closer to her slave. Had it not been for the plastic suit, the fact that I was restrained, the mask and that it was against all the rules, I would have leant forward and just kissed those beautiful lips that were now only centimetres away from my own. I was getting hotter and sweatier by the minute and I don’t just mean the inner temperature of the suit and I really didn't want the session to end. Mind you I never want our sessions to end but time was marching on. 

Mistress turned on music from her iPod and for a while directed it through the headphones that I had to wear over my isolation hood. My hearing was now nullified and I couldn't hear anything but the music. However, Maggie enjoys a bit of music as well, so when my musical isolation was over she grabbed the headphones for herself, and spent some time bouncing about on both her bed and patient in her Hazmat to some favourite tracks. 

The last few moments were taken up with a very naughty and provocative Mistress teasing her slave by dialling up something shocking, and even savaged my groin area with her Hitachi wand. It was actually the most pleasant 'savaging' that I could wish for and a big thanks to Maggie for another wonderful climax to another wonderful session.

Just as an aside, we have worn these suits on a couple of occasions and I continue to admire the extra work Mistress Maggie has invested in cleaning off the perspiration they create and keeping them in tip top condition.

Too Much Latex?

Mistress Maggie's calling mail yesterday had been short and sweet. ‘Your rubber Mistress hopes to prove whether having too much rubber is fact or fiction’.

It sounded like a lot of rubber fun was about to happen and that certainly was the case. I am not sure if by the end of the session Maggie had proved or disproved her hypothesis, but I do know it was heavenly attempting to find the answer. Red thigh high boots, red latex catsuit, teasing black latex bra provocatively accentuating a pair of magnificent breasts. . . I am of course referring to my stunning Mistress not me. Dressed in her skintight latex, Mistress instructed me to change into just my latex socks and gloves, and I hurriedly dressed to her liking before returning to the room and dropped on my knees gazing lovingly at her long shiny boots. ‘Kisses only, to both boots slave. No licking!’.

Only when I had completed the boot worship, kisses only of course, did I find out the reason for her 'no licking' instruction, as Mistress had other plans for my eager tongue today. Mistress allowed me a further rubber item in the form of a hood, then standing up, she slowly slid open her crotch zip, being very careful about what was exposed, and I was invited to get in there and lick clean her bottom. I haven't been allowed this privilege for quite a while and as she reclined across her throne, I positioned myself behind her, between her legs and ever so carefully made my way into the valley between those perfect cheeks.

It is warm and dark in the valley, with only Maggie’s slight movements occasionally letting in sufficient light for me to wonder at the perfectly round, slightly puckered little bud that was my Mistresses anal opening and the target for my devotion. Care was needed, because feeling around in the dark with my tongue could oh so easily result in straying into the forbidden zone. It was an excellent treat and Mistresses beautiful bottom ended up equally beautifully cleaned.

I was then told to lay face down on the luxurious latex bed, which for a brief moment took me back to the calling mail and the idea of too much latex. It was only the briefest of dreamy thoughts as I was soon awakened from my fantasizing when the first of many lashes landed fairly and squarely across my shoulders and brought me back to reality. For the next few minutes I was subjected to a sound thrashing across my buttocks, back and crack, and without complaint I laid there, still, until it was over. However, I had three things secretly working on my behalf to help me accept the lashing.

The first was the aromas that Mistress had allowed me to consume. The second was the butt plug; the small and extra piece of rubber that gave my butt cheeks something to bite on, and the third and most important, was Maggie wanted to thrash her slave and I think it did her a power of good.

I even enjoyed watching Maggie's arm from the corner of my eye, hearing the familiar swish and absorbing the pain. I know Maggie wasn't delivering at full force but she was giving the whip some air, and I probably shouldn't admit it but I was pleased that Mistress saw fit to let out some of her frustrations on the flesh of her almost naked slave.

It was then the easiest climb into my working latex catsuit. A good dose of talc and I was able to slide ever so easily inside and even had it zipped all the way up before Maggie had finished sipping her water. We were both relaxed, well I know I was, and we moved quietly into the Clinic but only for a short sojourn. Mistress did not want her research interrupted by a slave whining for a loo visit, and therefore a catheter must be installed for the remainder of the session.

A catheter insertion has become pretty routine and while it was being done we chatted about the first time she had me wear one. Meticulously reading each stage of the instructions and following them to the letter. That insertion was incredible but took Mistress a little time with checking and double checking, whereas now it is like second nature. Still the same adherence to strict hygiene and safety but such a quick and easy treatment now.

Lying down there on the medical couch I rarely catch a glimpse of what is happening down below, I have so often asked ‘Is it in Mistress?’. Today Maggie had come up with an unexpected treat for her slave and thoughtfully provided me with a pair of prism glasses, which allowed me to see the whole procedure from start to finish over my rotund stomach. Despite being securely strapped to the couch, I was able to raise my head a little and watch through the prisms as Maggie completed her work and finally strapped a rubber catheter bag to my thigh to catch my pee. A glass of water was also proffered to my zippered lips, to get the juices flowing and everything draining as it should. The familiar slosh slosh from the bag satisfied Mistress that the draining was already ongoing and after only a few moments in the Clinic me and my cath bag were escorted back to the Playroom.

On our return the luxury bondage bed was waiting with its quilt folded back. I was told to lay down on it and maybe for some considerable  time, because my ankles were being attached to the footboard and my wrists to the head of the bed.

Mistress wasn't entirely happy with my arms poking out at the top and changing her mind she hurried to retrieve a spreader bar. I have learnt a few slave skills, one of which I used to help my Mistress: by raising my buttocks Mistress could slide the bar underneath me and hold my wrists down by my sides, the bar could then be attached to the footboard ensuring that I was pinioned. Maggie’s inventiveness had the desired effect, her bondage was most comfortable and my cock and balls were next to feel her attention.

More rubber arrived and Mistress stretched a ball bag and matching penis sheath around my genitals. She had obviously planned for the catheter and went on to draw the catheters’ tube through the hole at the tip of the sheath. I was allowed more aroma inhalation and this had an amazing effect, with each breath sending me deeper and deeper under her spell.

I vaguely remember Mistress promising me more bedtime medicine to follow once I was nicely tucked up. The rubber quilt was now being rolled up over me and I began to understand why my hands were secured the way they were. The quilt could be rolled up to cover my head to engulf me in total darkness as my breathing hoses were long enough to be kept well out of harms way.

Sitting comfortably at my bedside Mistress started to read the third installment of a story from the Dressing For Pleasure magazine, accompanied by lots of rubbery strokes and more of her aromatic medicine to send her slave off to sleep.

With the bedtime story finished I was tucked up properly in the bed. Even with the quilt covering my eyes, black as the darkest night, I could still see the image of my beautiful Mistress as clear as day. It felt so warm, safe and peaceful in bed that I don't know if, after a while, I drifted off to sleep, but I do remember the contents of the story and that at some point Mistress had climbed under the rubber quilt alongside me and snuggled next to me for a few minutes, granting me quite a few very gentle caresses.

And for a final treat, after a very taxing session, in reality it was incredibly relaxing for me at any rate, Maggie prepared the refreshing and medicinal drink she had promised me to aid a good night's sleep. I lay, or perhaps a more accurate description of my current state, floated there on and under a rubbery cloud as I watched Mistress firstly hang a feeding funnel above me and partially fill it with her juices. What an end to a most erotic and sensual session. I was relaxed and had hardly raised a sweat but the re-hydrating fluid was eagerly accepted and consumed.

The question raised, ... to prove whether having too much rubber is fact or fiction remains and may never be answered. I may regret this as well but we were nowhere near to me having to much rubber. I suppose I would need to be pleading for less rubber, to pass out or die of heat stroke for that to be a fact!. The latter is impossible as Maggie takes far to much care of her charges. The middle one is possible but unlikely as I may faint with the heat, and we shall see about me pleading for less rubber. Unlikely too!

WARNING: This 45 second clip has audio

Thank you Mistress Maggie for another outstanding training session and I apologize for not providing an answer to your hypothesis.

Carpet Burn

Before any of you think I have been indulging in the Urban Dictionary’s definition of ‘carpet burn’, perhaps I should enlighten you as to what really happened. I was invited into The Chambers by Mistress Maggie, and after admiring the red and white latex nurse uniform that she was sexily wearing we made our way to The Playroom, where I was sent to the bathroom to prepare for the session by returning in just my latex socks and gloves.

As usual, when I re-entered and took my place at the feet of my Mistress, there was a period of devotion and worship where I paid homage to the footwear of the day. In this case a rather nice pair of white leather knee boots. During our chatter Maggie mentioned that she had needed to undo a seam and redo the boots to make them a slimmer fit. (What a talented lady my Mistress is.)

An incredibly sensual flogging

Anyway, back to the carpet burn which can only have been caused by friction as I spun around on Maggie’s oriental rug with great gusto, searching for any uncleaned corners and predominantly kissing the boots as instructed in my haste to please. At the time it didn't register that I would need to comment about carpet burn, but I have spent quite a few days nursing it now and mentally reliving the events of day. Incidentally, the Urban Dictionary’s explanation of a carpet burn is strictly forbidden in Maggie’s Chambers!

Maggie fitted me into a very comfortable gas mask, attached the aroma delivery hose then sealed the whole lot in place with an open latex face hood, a few pumps later and I was floating away while Maggie gloved up and inserted four fingers up my bum. After that, insertion of my plug was very easy and would be kept in place once I was sealed in my thick latex catsuit.

That thick latex suit effectively deadened the blows from Mistresses new flogger as she handcuffed one of my hands to her throne, and not for the first time, she began swinging her whip, giving me another of her thorough sensual floggings.

The regular doses of aromas I was receiving had me buzzing, I felt a natural need to dance and stick out my backside to encourage Mistress to flog me harder. There is something surreal about Mistress very sexily moving to the music and having her whip tails sliding over my latex body, landing on my back and whipping my ass. I know Maggie was giving a light flogging but even the sound of the thwacks against the taught rubber across my buttocks, balls and cock was mind blowingly exciting. Although Maggie had deliberately left my right hand free so I could pump aromas if I wanted, I preferred not to do so, as I was overdosing already with the high I was feeling from the flogging.

A tug on the chain certainly gets a slaves attention

As we continued our dancing Mistress took charge of my air intake, heightening the tension each time she placed my breathing tube against her stunning breasts and depriving me of air for short periods. Maggie was laughing and it is reputed that I danced far better after those temporary breathtaking moments.

As much as I did not want our dance to end, it did, and Mistress went on to change my gas mask for a more regular latex number. It was important to Mistress that her chosen mask had suitable nose holes and I soon found out the reason why when a nose chain was screwed onto me. Note: make sure it is high inside the nose otherwise you will be in severe discomfort.

Once her slave was firmly secured by the nose I was led through to the Clinic for further pleasures. With an order for me to kneel, Maggie made herself comfortable on the couch and placed her legs in the stirrups. I was then instructed to remove her boots and replace them with a glossy thigh high pair with striking platform heels. I have attended to Mistress’ footwear before and remembered to line her foot up with the boot and gently push on the heel to ease it in place.

Pulling on the chain and guiding my nose towards her long white boots Mistress told me to begin worship. ‘Boots only slave’. I needed all of my slave training and the pull on the nose chain to help me concentrate on my task rather than Maggie’s exposed private parts. That really was a trial for a red blooded slave, but I have been well trained and only needed one sharp word accompanied by a torturous tug on the nose chain to bring me back in line.

Next came a little plastic play. Well perhaps more than just a little; it was my turn to be supine on the couch. Breathing through plastic with all my limbs confined in plastic splints I was strapped down for the remainder. Finally the contents of the calling email I’d received from Mistress made absolute sense -

‘Your rubber nurse will be getting you hooked on worship and floating on air, in the best possible rubber way’.

The plastic hood is incredibly comfortable to wear. I could breathe easily and thankfully I could still gaze at my incredibly attractive nurse as she prepared for the next phase of my training.

During a recent session Mistress had been disappointed that she'd been unable to continue stretching my asshole, mainly because my ass was just not up to it that day, but  promised ,’it can wait until another day’. Maggie had indicated earlier in this session that she intended to get a whole hand inside me by the end of the session. To help relax and sedate her patient my nurse prescribed more aromas. Amazingly the anaesthetic mask fitted perfectly over the plastic hood, tightening the plastic over my mouth and allowing virtually unhindered breathing whenever my medicine was being given.

Maggie whispered that the time was right to get a whole hand inserted inside me, then with her mischievous laugh announced that I would be playing party to her latest experiment. She explained how she would be fitting a latex glove up my bum before filling it up with an appropriate amount of her piss, describing how it might feel as the fingers begin to inflate, tenderly tickling my innards in the process. Oh, I do love to have Mistress experiment with me in this way and expected slight changes to her arrangement before she was completely satisfied.

An anal plug was inserted inside the glove to aid insertion before being sealed, then a syphon system was used to inject the fluids which could be heard filling a jug right next to my plastic covered ear!. The jug, filled with a large potion of her warm pee, was immediately delivered to my rear end where Mistress proceeded to syphon her invention up my backside.

There were a few moments of damning and blasting when a leak was identified, but the problem was soon fixed and the glove was filling up nicely. It was a wonderful sensation having my bum inflated with warm nectar, slopping about inside me with each squeeze of her rubber hand pump, and eventually around 750ml was successfully inserted into the glove.

I feel really privileged that Mistress was able to use her own fluids to fill up my arsehole, but every really good experience comes to an end and quite a hilarious one on this occasion. After a couple more pumps the pressure of the inflated glove became too much and the glove and plug combination eased its way out of my ass one finger at at time, giving Maggie one helluva surprise!

The imagination and inventiveness of my Mistress appears to have no bounds, and as the glove slipped out I think Mistress Maggie was satisfied that her experiment had worked very well. Her slave had finally accepted a hand up the backside, giving me hope that it won’t be too long before I can actually accept Maggie's hand deep inside me.

My dear old nipples were also on the clinic agenda and as part of my nipple training it was necessary for my rubber nurse to apply suction to them. I have been trying to train my nipples myself between sessions, to make them more accessible for my Mistress. I think I may have made some good progress because Maggie did comment that they were both more prominent, but caught me totally unaware as she leant forward and bit my left one because it was still misbehaving. I was so surprised that I jumped, not due to the sensation of having Mistress nibble a nipple, call me a masochist but that was actually very pleasant, but by the sheer suddenness of the punishment it received.

I think I had pleased my Mistress today because as a finale I was allowed some time with her sounds. It was a glass one that slipped down my cock first followed by an eagerly accepted fancy urethral dilator.

I'd spent quite a lot of time fully hooded in one way or another and loved every minute of the experiences, in fact Mistress could hood me for the whole session in these ways and I would love it.

Of course, the only time my eyes were unglazed I had a real intimate view of Mistress Maggie's most private parts, but any slave knows 'look but don't touch’. In reality, because of the tension on the nose chain I got very little opportunity to look and actually concentrated on cleaning her boots while trying to sneak a peak at my beautiful Mistress.

And what about that carpet burn? - Well everything is fine now, though it took a good week to heal up. I find it most strange that I never noticed it at the time, but I think once or twice Maggie has referred to it as her magic carpet!