No Sweat Slave

It was an incredible spring afternoon as I approached the Chambers. There was just a slight chill in the air but not enough to dampen the thoughts of another rare outdoor adventure. After all, what else would a self-respecting slave expect when the calling email from Mistress Maggie included the following -

‘ …Your Mistress thinks it might be nice to enjoy some greenery… ‘

Could we be taking a nice stroll in the park, perhaps with me wearing my latex working suit under…?? Well, the reality was far from my thoughts as Mistress opened the door to the Chambers. I could tell she wasn’t really dressed for outdoor adventures. Once more my Mistress had my head in a spin and heading in the totally wrong direction. That is one of the reasons I will do anything for her, she knows my thoughts, she knows how to wind me up and most importantly knows how to tune my mind to her way of thinking.

Following Mistress up the stairs, I met the same familiar feeling I always do whenever I gaze at the physique that is inches from my eyes, generally I am very well behaved and try not to overstep the boundaries, and once again I refrained from planting a kiss. I wonder if one day Mistress will allow me to take a picture from my view on the stairs? Well, I can hope.

In the Playroom Maggie had her new heater on high and the room was pleasantly warm verging on hot. I gathered I might be in for a hot sweaty session but first I was restricted to latex socks and gloves as the warm air wafted around my exposed body. Maggie was wearing knee boots and on instruction I fell to the ground where I eagerly set about my task of cleaning them with a little encouragement from her stout riding crop. Mistress informed me that she had already cleaned them earlier and only a little polishing was necessary. It didn’t hinder my sense of complete servitude as I continued with my worship which always comes with the bonus of an occasional glance upwards to see a happy smiling, beautiful face, and the knowledge that Mistress is in charge of a very willing servant.

If previous patterns were being followed, today would involve mainly Clinic time and I wasn’t wrong this time. Once I had laid my Invincible latex suit out for airing and warming, I was led through to the Clinic and invited to sit on the couch which was draped with a soft green plastic sheet. Another thing I noticed as we entered was the warmth emanating from another new room heater making the clinic considerably warmer than the Playroom. I sat down on the plastic and immediately I could feel myself starting to stick. It is a rather nice feeling that I normally associate with the latex sheets and I must admit that the touch of the plastic was most exciting. Perhaps Mistress is exploring other areas of my libido and guiding me towards plastic as well as rubber? As I said Mistress reads me like an open book.

Mistress brought out a soft, thick rubber spongy type of thing and used it to cover my mouth, the likes of which I have never encountered before. It was roughly the shape of an eye shade. It wasn’t a blindfold, only shaped like one and it was extremely effective at keeping a slave silent and covered my mouth completely. Like any well trained slave, I held it in place whilst Maggie wound a stretchy bandage tightly round my head to secure the gag in place. Not content with a mouth covering I think Mistress got carried away in the thrill of the moment and continued to wind the stretchy bandage round and round until my head was completely mummified, apart from my nose which allowed me a plentiful supply of nice, warm air. Through the bandage all I could 'see' was a creamy glow which didn’t even allow me to follow Mistress’s shadow as she moved quietly round her subject.

In for a penny, I complied immediately with the instruction to have my wrists shackled behind me with the clinic’s tough white leather wrist cuffs, these were so expertly and tightly applied by Maggie, as was the posture collar to stop me from nodding off!. Blind and shackled, the excitement was growing and growing as to what my owner wanted to do with her plaything.

I didn’t have long to wait before finding out some of her plans, as Mistress was now applying the metal ball stretcher to encourage ball sac growth. When I say applying, I mean my mischievous balls were willing to participate except they were definitely NOT exhibiting the good training they have previously received. One of them did a Houdini and managed to escape, then did exactly the same escapology act on Maggie’s second attempt at capturing the pair of them, I wondered whether she might chastise them. ‘You’ve obviously been doing far too much wanking slave. I want full balls next time’, she said. The one remaining ball was left stretching as we moved onto the ‘greenery’ phase, not that I was aware at the time what was being applied. 

The first contact was a copious application of some form of lubricant on and around both nipples. The second contact was the fixing and pumping of two breast cups, one on either side, and at that point I came into contact with some greenery in the shape of stingy nettles. Maggie quietly said these were her first crop and a special treat for my nipples. As I’ve mentioned in previous nettle related blogs, the early small twigs really are the lethal ones and these were no exception. A few more pumps to each breast cup made my chest really swell up and I got the full flavour of this year’s fresh greenery. 

That wasn’t the only pumping that Maggie was doing during this part of my training, a smaller suction cup was also applied to the one remaining stretched ball, as a present for being well behaved. Meanwhile at the top end I was being administered with some rather nice and relaxing pumped aromas through an anaesthetic mask that Mistress presented over my nose. Mistress really does know how to look after her subjects.

Now un-bandaged and with the breast cups removed we briefly returned to the Playroom so I could clamber into my Invincible working suit, the quick insertion of my trusty butt plug rubberised me a little further and it was back to the Clinic for part two. We were both to dress in the plastic hazmat suits that had been quietly hanging on the wall, the intention was to have a heated session isolated in our suits and enjoy some shared breathing through a bubble bottle that was arranged on the Gas Station.

There was even more greenery as we helped each other into the hazmat suits. It had been a while since we last wore them and it took quite a bit of muddling around before we were both warmly inserted in our green plastic. Before we went any further Maggie insisted that we perform a safety check, to see whether we were able to unzip our hoods with the oversized gloves we now had on, ensuring that a quick escape could be achieved if need be. Mistress is for ever cautious about her subjects and this time was FAR more important as it involved Mistresses safety too. 

Next came the rubber boots. I had been instructed to bring mine and was delighted to be able to help Maggie pull her boots on as well. Anyway, why put your own boots on when you have a willing slave to do the work? Our Israeli gas masks went on along with breathing hoses fed through the rear openings in the hazmats. With the two hoses joined with a T connector we could both go on to breathe through the bubbles.

However, I knew my Mistress was becoming exhausted from all the exertion of organising suits, gas masks and apparatus etc. and all I wanted to do was try and help ease the burden. She does like a few photos, so it didn’t help when to top everything off the camera tripod started to droop for some unfathomable reason. The only option was for Maggie to try to stabilise it wearing the most inappropriate pair of gloves! I wouldn’t be surprised if she was suffering heat exhaustion as well, as it was getting decidedly warm inside. It was time for a break, to allow Maggie to just sit down and have chance to cool down.

After the trials and tribulations of the journey we were both finally able to enjoy the fruits of Maggie’s labour’s. Totally enclosed in our plastic suits, plumbed into the Gas Station and breathing steadily we were bubbling away. Maggie climbed onto the couch and we were able to enjoy some cuddle time. Even through the hazmats, Mistress looked and felt so magnificent that there was a danger of my hand straying into forbidden areas. Not that that was likely!

As a lovely conclusion to the session I was left on the couch on my own, and as I was no longer sharing air with my Mistress I had intoxicating aromas blended with my bubbles. I was so happy and relaxed that I just lay quietly and luxuriated in the experiences that I had been allowed to have. However, Mistress appeared with a final surprise in the shape of her Hitachi wand which she played over my plastic and rubber coated groin, adding excitement to my already awesome situation. Another perfect session and one that just reinforces why I am so devoted to my perfect Mistress Maggie.

Ah yes, just one final comment about the title of the blog, 'no sweat slave'. Previously, when I was quite a bit younger, I would have been dripping sweat from all parts of my latex suit to such an extent that I would need to stand on a towel to avoid drenching the Playroom carpet each time I undressed. On this occasion, even with the room hotter than on all previous occasions, hardly any liquid spilled out when I de-suited. Perhaps it is all part of my conditioning towards becoming a better slave, or perhaps as I get old I just don’t sweat as much? I wonder if a medical study is required?

Continuing the Bedtime Reading

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wired for Sounds

Absolutely nothing to do with the Cliff Richard’s’ hit, but my balls were wired and charged today. I created sounds of excruciating pain. Mistress Maggie gave me the sensation of sounds; long steel ones that were inserted down my urethra, and Mistress herself created quite a lot of sounds with her delightful laughter at my obvious discomfort. Anyway enough of that, I’ll be back with a clearer picture later.

Maggie lifted one of her white PVC  nurse boots for my attention, PVC being a most lickable material for encouraging lots of lubrication from my tongue. On the underside their incredibly chunky soles have well defined treads, crisply moulded and have sharp edges. This produces a tread that is rough on the tongue, in fact VERY rough!

A word to others who are fortunate to get the opportunity to caress and tongue worship Maggie's white boots, avoid the soles if at all possible or you'll end up with potential tongue lacerations!

As is usual, Mistress used her crop to keep me focussed and working hard, but unlike normal I was allowed to stray beyond the top of her boots where I was pleasantly surprised by the smooth and slipperyness of her black tights, I thought latex was slippy, but these, WoW! Chinese tights I think Mistress called them. Taking care to avoid what I know is the forbidden zone, my rubber gloves slid effortlessly over the smooth and slippery surface that accentuated Mistresses beautiful legs, in particular those wonderful thighs. I was a little disappointed when it was time to end my thigh worship and move on to the next item on the schedule after all it really was a rare treat.

I was into my rubber catsuit with effortless ease. Mistress has taught me well and I am now able to don my Invincible suit without having to bother Mistress. This of course gives Maggie more preparation time but I do however still need her expertise to polish me to a high gloss. I suppose I could polish most of the suit myself, but she knows I find her polishing really sensual. It’s always a treat to stand with arms raised as Mistress squirts a little polish and spreads it around with a soft cloth, polishing my back, arms, legs, around groin... sorry getting carried away with the memory.

We have learned from previous sessions that it makes life a lot easier if my own butt plug is inserted early on to act as a stretcher, and that's what happened today. Crotch zips opened sufficiently to facilitate easy access then over the horse for the final entry. A lot of lube is used and Maggie pays particular attention to making sure a fair amount of it makes its way inside my bum. I have to admit that it feels rather nice having Mistress' rubber gloved finger initially work its way past my sphincter, with a big blob of lube followed by a slow wiggle of her finger to ensure a good spread, the preparations were complete, and my butt plug together with another large dollop of lube found its way into its home with virtually no resistance. The ribbed nature of the plug ensuring it remains snug as a bug in a rug.

A lead was snapped on to my obligatory slave collar and with her rubber slave in tow Mistress made her way to the adjacent Clinic. The couch was in its familiar position, and making a prominent statement on how I would be secured was the bright red of the head brace. I also spied what looked like a harness attached to a strap on black dildo and a glass dildo sat alongside it as well. My anticipation was now starting to go through the roof and through another area of my body if I am being honest!

I was once again completely sealed inside my rubber world as Mistress fed my head into the offered gasmask. Thereafter my ONLY contact with the outside world was through the breathing tube of the gas mask. I could gaze at my owner through the small port holes, but because I now had my wrists secured I couldn't even feel for my Mistress through my latex gloves. My complete rubberisation only lasted a few moments as I detected Maggie undoing my crotch area and the cool air of The Clinic began to waft over my exposed flesh. Mistress had cleverly left my cock embedded inside my suit. 

And there I lay with my head now jammed into the Head Box, I could hear Mistress removing her latex skirt and I assumed replacing it with the strap-on harness, and I also detected the humming sound of the couch motor as the couch started to rise. I didn't have long to wait before I felt my butt plug being gently slid out and the next sensation was of pure joy as I was mounted by my owner. There is nothing quite as liberating as being mounted by The Boss while in my restrictive, prone position. The extra lube applied to the invading dildo made life feel so good, I was taken to a different dimension by Maggie’s thorough pounding, so much so that I was trying to keep her inside me when it reached the time for her to pull out. I suppose I am a glutton for Mistress inside me.

The next dildo brought a surprising difference in temperature. Ah! - it was the glass dildo, which of course did not flex or yield as its slippery surface disappeared into my pleasured rear passage. I was fed a few good pumps of aromas and this time Mistress used my nipples as a means of purchase during another wonderful fucking. I am sure Mistress has a fetish for my nipples, and am delighted if she has, because as she was mounting me she reached forward, undid my nip zips and clung onto them like reins. In, out, in, out, went the glass impaler, up, down, up, down went the nipple reins and pump, pump went the aromas. Once more I was somewhere almost extra terrestrial  in this energetic but all too brief ride. When Mistress withdrewan electric plug was fitted and tested and I assured Maggie that it definitely was working.

Obviously, any personal enjoyment is a bi-product of pleasing my Mistress and not the prime objective. Maggie always has her session plans that have to be followed thus we moved on to the next line in the plan. It was time to make full use of the head box and this time the red rope was used to make sure my head remained immobile. I could see the far corner of The Clinic ceiling and that was it. I did catch the occasional glimpse of the top of Mistress' head, but that was all. At least the lenses didn't steam up! On went the couch straps, Maggie pulling them as tight as she could then checked them once more to make sure there was no more room for movement. I definitely wasn't going anywhere.

According to the pictures, Mistress donned her red latex apron now so that she could attend to her sick patient. If this state is described as sickness, I can only hope that I am this sick for ever and tended to by my personal nurse. Because I couldn’t see much my account of subsequent events has been gleaned from the pictures and the debrief that occurs after our session. The first thing I felt was the addition of a heavy ball weight to my testicles. In my prone position the weight is somewhat light and thank goodness Maggie didn't have me walking and jiggling about. Well, I was jiggling but in a horizontal plane.

Next to excite my lower regions was a sterile large Pratt sound. You can actually hear as Maggie removes the sound from its sterile packet so I knew something big was heading my way. Not too much aromas and in it went accompanied by some gloved hand massage to counteract the effect of the medicine, keeping me hard to facilitate Mistress’ progress to the next part of my training. When it came to the next, larger and heavier sound I had a precursor of what was coming, because Mistress kindly passed the awesome Van Buren through my line of sight. The sound moved down my urethra but was not ready to be inserted all the way, at this point my cock wanted to play and kept trying to eject it, every time Maggie turned round the damn thing started to slip out. ‘A third hand would be useful’, said Maggie in a frustrated tone, but perseverance ruled the day and the Van Buren eventually completed its long journey.

Maggie went on to secure my cock and the enclosed sound with three steel compression bands, the same principle as securing a hose to a radiator. What I didn't realise was that in between the bands were two heavy duty loop electrodes! The two cock electrodes were paired into one circuit, but Maggie wanted to make use of the Van Buren in another circuit (Sound number 1). Anyone familiar with electrical circuits knows that a second electrode is necessary to complete the circuit, and ingeniously Maggie decided that a wire through my ball sack would be an ideal way to take care of that. Once again the sound of ripping as the sterile wire was extracted from its safe storage and a few pricks later, Mistress was happy with her sewing.

I am used to being stuck with various sharp objects around my scrotum and thought that the pricks I was feeling were straight forward needles. Mistress has trained me well and I hardly flinched at all. Well that soon changed and I was made to flinch quite a lot as Maggie ramped up the juice on her electric controller, reaching the stage of having to cry with the intense 'pleasure' that Mistress was providing me with, (Sound number 2)

Another of the aforementioned sounds was echoing round the clinic too; Mistresses delightful laughter as she witnessed her slave reacting to her power. (Sound number 3). I must say the pain in my groin area was more than offset by the delight I knew Mistress was getting from watching and hearing me squirm.

Phew! Time to get my breath back. Resuscitation after the operation was achieved with Mistress' rubber resuscitation unit with a minute of good blasts with her bellows. I had had a lot of excitement and the tightness of my outer rubber protection was starting to take its toll on my breathing and I begged for the gas mask to go. The gas mask's removal didn’t create a problem as the resuscitating bellows were connected to an anaesthetic mask and Maggie happily pumped away, forcing fresh air into my airways, returning her rubber subject back into the real world and feeling refreshed.

Mischievously, Maggie turned up the power on the e-stim box, which combined with a generous amount of squeezes on the aromas pump produced the most audible sounds of laughter and screams of the day.

Another brilliant session and thanks to Mistress Maggie for her amazing imagination and ingenuity, however it was a little ominous when she told me that she had accidentally depleted her stock of an item she’d really wanted to use and our session had been a quickly reorganised Plan B but, 'not to worry I'm sure more should arrive in the post and be available next time!' 

CAUTION: This 02:07min sounds & electroplay clip has audio -

Mistress Averts Catastrophe

I am not sure what was going through my mind when I was preparing for today’s session. Everything appeared routine; pack your black kit bag, ring an hour before to confirm etc. I left home feeling excited as is usually the case when I am about to serve Mistress Maggie.

A peaceful, uneventful drive to the local supermarket close to The Chambers allows me to attend to last minute ablutions while I wait for the magical hour. It was when I returned to the car for final preparations and proudly don my slave collar when the catastrophe hit me like a steam train. I looked for my perv bag and it wasn’t there. I had left it in the garage awaiting pick up. The dilemma was that it would take a good 40 minute trip to retrieve the bag and that would put me 30 minutes late for Maggie. That certainly was not an option, so I took the decision to ring Maggie and admit my stupidity and forgetfulness.

Mistress is a truly remarkable owner. She could have flown off the handle and berated her stupid slave for, well, being so stupid. Instead, Mistress remained calm and indicated she had appropriate rubbers that I could wear during the session. The gloom I was feeling lifted like the morning mist. What could have been a catastrophe, turned out to be nothing more than a slight change of plans.

Despite my embarrassment I bounced up to the door, to be greeted by my beautiful Lady In Red. My stunning Mistress was wearing a skin tight pair of latex trousers teamed with a matching red latex waistcoat, her shiny black knee boots making a stark contrast to the red. 

With preliminaries completed and any embarrassment put to rest, I followed Mistress as close as I dared. This time, the stop on the stairs was quite deliberate and Mistress was allowing me another of my fantasies; to nuzzle and kiss those glorious buttocks. Another indication of how thoughtful and caring Maggie can be to her slaves.

One item I had remembered were my moulded socks. These were already on my feet as I had been wearing them since early morning and they feel great. I was invited to change into the suit and gloves that Maggie provided and they are a perfect fit and almost as comfortable as my Invincible suit. Once again, Mistress copes with any hiccough with remarkable aplomb and always has a plan B.

Now fully rubbered, I was allowed time to worship those beautiful boot covered legs. Up and down both boots, and of course remembering not to stray above the tops of them. Even after 232 sessions I still get the urge to stray but my training has been thorough and effective so below the boot line is where I stay.

After the nice boot session I was ordered onto the bed, face up and Mistress opened the crotch zip for her next operation. I knew that Mistress had been struggling with her injured shoulder in the recent few weeks and I was really grateful that she felt sufficiently well to continue my training. It was relatively easy on her shoulder to attach the steel humbler. Assembled, clamped around my balls and tightened so it wouldn’t drop off, it was then up to me to stand, open my legs and position it until it was seated across my buttocks and my cock and balls became tormented by its downward vice-like pull. 

Thoughtful as ever, Maggie encouraged me to wear knee pads and I knew I was going to need them. Of course tightening the humblers’ screws and spikes was pretty easy for Mistress and was completed without exacerbating her shoulder injury. My cock and balls certainly knew that the big, spiky squeeze was on. Mistress has her own way of ensuring the humbler remains in situ by attaching what appears to be some form of bungee elastic.

I can honestly say that the tight secure grip these straps give is a ‘pleasant’ sensation. Another of my ‘perhaps I shouldn’t have said that’ moments!

My uniform didn't feel complete without my slave slave collar, but naturally Mistress was able to conjure up an appropriate collar from her arsenal to replace my own and quickly secured it, with a lead snapped on I was off for a walk around the upper floor of the Chambers.

It’s a strange gait that you have to adopt. Legs slightly apart and short ‘steps’ on all fours, ensuring you don’t bang into door frames. As Mistress took in the pleasing view from her bedroom window I was invited to bury my nose in Mistresses slippers that were conveniently parked on the floor by the bed. No second bidding required and I eagerly buried my snout in both of them. They smell so Mistressy, so wonderful that I could have stayed sniffing for hours, but then I might have missed the second opportunity Mistress gave to her slave as she again took the lead and beckoned me to join her at the window, my view was rather different as I was to kneel behind her and admire and kiss her beautiful latex covered red orbs.

Back in the Playroom I thought my enjoyment was coming to an end. On the contrary. At the speed of a Formula 1 pit stop Maggie tightened up the nuts on the steel ball spikes ready for another circuit. Bringing along a tape measure she then decided to have more fun by adding a little more stretch, and eventually was satisfied that she had managed a 2” separation of balls from body and all without further damage to her shoulder. Of course the new tightness needed to be exercised and another walk ensued. This was more taxing because of the stretched nuts and extra pressure of the spikes on my balls. Still, any discomfort was definitely worth it, because I think Maggie was happy with the results of our little ball spiking and stretching extravaganza.

Relieved of the stretcher, two simple loop electrodes around my cock were attached before helping me into the skin tight rubber sheath suit. This required 100% concentration because I was determined not to lose balance and injure Mistress further. It worked and I was relieved as Maggie zipped up the suit and I eased myself onto the Playroom’s folding chair. No dramas here, although the tightness of the suit did result in me having to collapse onto the chair for the last 6”. Mistress said that securing straps would be too dangerous for her delicate shoulder but they really weren't needed. She did however manage a loose belt around my thighs to help keep a Hitachi vibrator secured against my groin.

I do love it when Mistress uses me for a new experience. I had been fitted with the System Mask earlier and this meant Maggie could apply a blindfold and give me a mouthful of rubber in the shape of a balloon gag. Today I was to receive two catheters, not down my cock but gently oiled and inserted up each nostril. The bulbs were gently inflated and that was it. Initially it was almost impossible to use them for breathing and I was relieved that the red gag allowed me to breath round it to maintain air supply. However it didn’t take me long to realise that by taking long, slow breaths I could actually breath through 2 catheters! That was just as well, because once I was managing my breathing better I detected the sweet scent of aromas as the open bottle was offered to one of the catheter tubes.

Mistress did take the opportunity of fixing a head harness to the overhead to ensure I remained steady in the chair. I spent quite a while breathing through the catheters and by the end I was really enjoying this breath control and the new experienced the catheters offered.

On went the Hitachi, slow at first then gradually more intense. I may have been blind, but I could feel Maggie gently caressing my tightly rubber covered body while receiving the occasional draft of aromas and the ever constant, ever increasing caress of the vibrator. Eventually the inevitable happened and I climaxed inside the suits. I had no choice, nor do I ever want one. Mistress plain and simply milked my balls.

I really enjoy fulfilling my promise to Mistress Maggie, to do whatever she wishes, immediately and without question. All the sessions are enjoyable but this Guinea Pig session with the catheters,  particularly special. Thank you Maggie for another spectacular unique session that I hope entertained you and in particular did no further damage to your tender shoulder.  

NB: This 01:47min intox breath play clip has audio.

Internet Ideas

In the intervening period between my wonderful sessions with Mistress Maggie, I frequently seek solace by aimlessly browsing the ‘interesting’ areas of the internet, and if I come across a video that floats my boat I will imagine if it could be useful to my Mistress. As I have mentioned in previous blogs, my training sessions are all about pleasing Maggie and as such I never prescribe any actions for her to take. However, I have had good telling's off because of this lack of input, so occasionally I will send a scenario or even a link to a video I have viewed over to her.

Because Mistress does take care of all her slaves interests, she may or may not try to incorporate all or part of my offerings, but not normally for a few weeks. This means it is not fresh in my memory and when the suggestion materialises, the surprise is genuine. On this occasion, with it being a long break over the Christmas period (Happy New Year by the way), I had spotted two videos that piqued my interest.

The first scene was a woman who indicated she liked appearing in public wearing an almost invisible gag. I searched for appropriate clear medical tape, located a source and ordered several rolls of differing sizes to experiment with. When they arrived, I wasted no time testing and deploying the gag and although it took several attempts because activating the tape was tricky, I finally mastered the actions and dropped Mistress a note outlining what I had found.

This internet idea turned out to be a major disaster. I was instructed to bring the tape to this session and once I’d put on some latex and presented myself at her feet, Mistress also had a go at trying out the invisible gag. I had lost sight of the number of attempts I’d had at home before I was able to satisfactorily deploy an effective gag with the tape; probably a dozen, and I was not wearing latex gloves as Mistress was. It wasn’t going well and I could tell there was increasing frustration in Mistresses voice after each attempt at peeling the back and front of the tape covering. Mistress as always persisted and after several attempts managed to deploy the gag. ‘So that’s what you like is it slave?’, she asked, ‘and how do you intend to worship my footwear now?’. 

My inability to answer resulted in several heavy slaps to my face, so heavy that I am certain I saw little stars dancing around. Mistress was clearly not impressed with the tape and I hastily removed it and got down to what I had been trained to do; a good boot licking accompanied by cracks of her riding crop on my ass.

Now the second suggestion, although only a couple of days ago, was partly incorporated into the session by Maggie. I will enlighten you a little later, but first it was time to climb into my latex uniform of thick working suit and hood. I was then instructed to kneel on the latex bed where a piece of cold steel was pushed up my ass in the form of an anal hook. That sensual little plop as the bulbous head finds its way through my sphincter always generates a very pleasant shudder as it sinks home. Using a good tug Mistress tightly latched the hook onto a leather harness that hung down my back. Pulled tight meant I was held upright otherwise its neck strap would start to choke me. 

Continuing her predilection with leather restraints, Maggie produced more trustworthy items from her collection; a pair of armbinders. These were part of my revealed fantasy and Maggie was now attaching them to my arms. Hands were pushed deep into each mitt and the lace pulled tight until both arms were quite rigid. I had suggested a single armbinder in my fantasy, but Mistress knows that it could soon become too problematic for a slave of my years, whereas individual armbinders are just as effective, can easily be adjusted and are more versatile. My arms were pulled behind me and three straps drew them closer and closer together. 

I got such a boost when Mistress complimented me on how far she could pull my arms together, as quite a few slaves have difficulty with this exercise. Imagine compliments from your owner, I felt like I was walking on air! That didn’t last long, and I was soon brought down to earth with the fixing of a relatively short but very heavy leg spreader, my mouth was then filled with a bulging rubber bulb gag and a lead snapped onto my collar. Yes, this was another part of the fantasy. I was going to be taken for a walk round the Chambers. 

It is incredibly difficult to get through doorways with the spreader on, if I were to attempt the ‘normal’ waddle walk I would batter chunks out of doors and skirting boards, so believing I'd had enough face slaps for one day I developed a crablike gait to get through doors sideways. Thankfully I managed without any damage and we ended up in the bathroom where Maggie needed a pee. She deposited a good few centimetres into a jug right in front of my eyes. If that wasn’t sufficiently frustrating, Maggie removed the gag and bending a little instructed me to lick and clean her bottom. I strained to get my tongue onto her sphincter and managed a few wonderful moments before Maggie moved off, carrying her jug of pee and dragging her slave behind. A brief sojourn into the second room to allow Mistress to cover herself in her plastic suit again and change her belt, then a final crab walk back to the playroom. 

Mistress obviously knows how to pleasure this slave and had me bow to my Majesty. Of course I did, and the strain on the anal hook got stronger and stronger the deeper I was instructed to bow, and of course I loved it because it was amusing Maggie.

Mistress then pointed out I would be going into a bodybag, but before I was granted that privilege I was sat on the wooden chair and received the luxury of having my cock pumped and then stuffed with sounds. With a grin, Mistress said that I needed to be stiff if I was to be sealed in the corpse bag which was already laid out on the bed. It certainly worked, I always appreciate a good pumping and my cock was treated to Maggie’s glass sounds today.

Obviously the spreader had to be removed before I could climb into the corpse bag, and the straps to the armbinders were also disconnected, but I opted to keep my latex hood on as it was comfortable and cosy. Mistress began fitting me into an inflatable gasmask hood, in a strange way I was glad she did not pump it up, because it gives incredibly pleasing sensations; you breathe in and out and the outer hood ripples in sympathy with the breathing. To avoid any fiddling about once inside the body bag, Mistress attached a short length of rope to loosely tie my wrists behind my back.

The corpse bag consists of an inner and outer layer, the inner layer being more like a transparent pouch. Climbing into it was easy as I have been well trained and once Maggie was happy with my positioning she attached electrodes, creating a couple of electric circuits round my cock and balls. Because there was no access for leads the power box had to be enclosed in the bag with me and a mass of pulsating sensations were soon to be felt caressing my nether regions. A hose attached to my gas mask would be my only link with the outside world. As I lay there I realised the wrists ropes were incredibly effective at stopping me from fiddling with my stiff cock. My incarceration time had arrived. The plastic inner cover was eased round my head and I could just make out Maggie's wonderful body encased in her plastic and rubber, then the outer covering was zipped across and I was in complete darkness. 

I was once again able to enjoy quiet solitude, to focus on how incredibly fortunate I am to be a slave to my stunning Mistress. Every now and then I could just hear the hiss of the aromas pump as another dose was administered, but other than that noise I could hear very little. I imagined my Goddess moving silently round her bodybag, occasionally gently touching the bag to ensure I hadn’t become a real stiff and ruin all the good training. All the while the pulsing electrodes were continuously massaging my cock and balls.

This went on for what seemed a long while and I wondered what it would be like to stay in this state for ever until I noticed a subtle change to my breathing. I first detected a bubbling and realised that Maggie had now got me breathing through a bubble bottle. A few seconds later I could detect a different mild scent and realised that I was now breathing air through Mistresses pee. What a sensation. All my air was being fed through Maggie's waste material and I loved it. I could taste Maggie, and as I wasn’t able to drink the nectar it was fantastic to breathe and taste that scent. Then I detected a mingling of aromas with the pee scent and spent a good ten minutes deeply immersed by this magical mixture. I learnt later that Mistress had added a few drops of aromas to the bubble bottle. 

I lay there breathing in and experiencing Maggie’s gentle touch and wishing the electrics could be turned up a little. That wasn’t gong to happen because as I said, the unit had been sealed inside the body bag.

Apart from the face slapping earlier which I clearly deserved through my stupidity, I had the most wonderful experiences from Mistress Maggie and the solitude I experienced inside the dead bag further cemented my feeling of devotion, dedication and love for my Mistress.

Thank you Maggie.

Warning: This 2:03min corpse bag bondage clip has audio

Big Balls Day

When I received the calling e-mail it almost told me exactly what to expect. The pre-session mail from Mistress Maggie included the following -

‘Wear big spacious pants as a precaution. Rubber nurse is planning a big day for you.’

I think it was safe to assume that I was going to receive a long overdue saline infusion and give Mistress a huge set of testicles to play with. It also acted as a reminder to pack my latex underpants into my kit bag for the return journey, just in case the saline leaks out of my balls as has happened before. As I made way to Maggie’s Chambers I was curious to find out if I had accurately diagnosed my treatment.

Yep, this time I got my assessment exactly right. That is not to say that was all that happened during another wonderful session with my Mistress. Once again, due to the cool weather, I was invited to get rid of my outdoor clothes and don my rubber socks and gloves in the Playroom. I was of course feeling a little excited having been greeted by Maggie in her all white nurse uniform, topped off with a very bright and shiny white bobbed wig. I have to admit feeling a trifle embarrassed at my lack of control as the beginnings of an erection must have been clearly visible as I disrobed, but what slave wouldn't become excited by a very sensual and sensational lady in tight latex, and Maggie certainly has a penchant for doing that!

After changing into my rubber accessories and laying out my thick black rubber suit and butt plug for later use, I was sent to the bathroom to deposit the day clothes and perv bag. On my return there was no boot worship and that concerned me, as it was a big change from my normal routine. Instead, I was ushered onto the rubber bed, told to present my arse for attention and my butt plug easily and comfortably glided in to fill it up.

We then got me nicely encased in my thick latex catsuit. Even though the suit has been well chlorinated, a light dusting of talc was applied inside, moreso in the sleeves as Maggie always helps with my arms. I think Mistress does like to dress her slaves 'properly’, and after a visual inspection she dusted off any wisps of talc from my upper torso, I was told to use the cloth and clean off my calves and socks to ensure my owner didn't have to bend down for such a simple task.

Oddly there was still no footwear worship, instead Mistress applied padded leather cuffs to my ankles and wrists. I imagined they were to be used to restrain me somehow, but for the moment the carabiner connections were just left dangling. Mistress opened a plastic bag and extracted a brand new, sterile nasal cannula and began deploying it on my face, its curved prongs were slipped into my nostrils and its plastic tube was placed comfortably around my ears before being attached to a source of aromas. I detected the quiet humming of an electric pump and Maggie told me to exhale and hold my breath, when told to breath in I received an awesome blast of aromas. Satisfied that her test had worked Mistress had me wear a black latex hood and the cannula was secured invisibly in place.

‘Down on the floor slave. On your front’, ordered Mistress. It is a good job I am well padded in that department as the carabiners were brought into use, ankles and wrists clipped together in a very effective hogtie position, not that I wanted to, but with some fiddling and persistence I could possibly have undone the clasps and slipped out of the bondage. No, the reason for the bondage then became apparent as Mistress started pumping her bulb pump and I was instantly plied with an infusion of aromas, and in a somewhat intoxicated state I was instructed to, ‘clean my boots slave’. 

So that was me, boot slave for the next ten minutes. It wasn’t the easiest task I’ve been given by any stretch,  Mistress was keeping a keen eye on the boot cleaning and if I was failing to perform to her satisfaction I received the clap of a crop on rubber, including cock and ball area as well. Wriggling around on the carpet I struggled as best as I could to keep my tongue moving even when Maggie changed her position. ‘You have one job slave’, Mistress reminded me as she gave me another slap with her crop and placed the deep tread soles of her nurse boots on my face, by now I had learned that the best thing to do was just keep on licking. On the positive side, I was treated to that wonderful laugh as Maggie watched my squirmings, so it was worth the attentions of the crop.

That has got to be the most difficult and physically demanding footwear worship that I have experienced, and for once I was grateful when my boot duty ended and Maggie undid my clasps ready to progress to our next experience.

Ah, now onto my successful assessment of Mistresses calling mail. With the ankle and wrist cuffs removed it was an easy walk behind Maggie's delightful, white coloured rear through to The Clinic. I didn't resist the temptation this time and gently stroked one hand down the length of the latex skirt. The feeling of smooth latex on smooth latex is simply divine and fortunately I think the stroking was appreciated by my Mistress because I wasn't issued a warning. When the door to the clinic was opened, there was the cream rubber bodybag draped over the couch awaiting its victim, and I also noticed the matching double skinned cream latex hood.

I know the drill due to the excellent training I have received and I helped Mistress lay out the suit down the length of the couch. I even mentioned the internal arm envelopes, but I wasn't sure if Maggie's congratulations were genuine or just to make her slave feel that little more valued at remembering this extra restraining feature. I climbed onto the couch and teased my two latex covered black legs into the bag, then with considerable assistance from my owner slipped each arm into the internal sleeves. And that was effectively the end of the possibility of bottom stroking and in fact any movement at all apart from the odd wiggle. 

Maggie proceeded to zip me up in my tight latex cocoon before tightening the body straps as tight as she could. I was left to lie there and willingly accept my fate at the hands of my adorable Mistress once again. My conversion from an all black rubber slave to an all white one was completed with the fitting of the matching double skinned hood. I was given the choice of leaving the black hood underneath or replacing it with the cream one. I chose the former because the cannula was working absolutely fine as it was and I didn't wish to upset Mistress by disturbing it. I am also obsessed with layers of rubber and secretly fancied three layers of head covering.

Speaking of obsessions, Mistress left the outer covering unzipped for now and by careful positioning I could catch occasional glimpses of my main obsession as Maggie in her guise of my rubber nurse continued with her preparation. Strangely enough, the best view of Mistress was those glorious breasts. Whichever way I tilted my perforated eyes they kept returning to that area. As Maggie moved to the foot of the couch I was happy being able to see any part of my beautiful owner and I lay comfortably as the crotch zips were opened and Maggie proceeded to massage a good dose of body butter into my scrotum to make the skin more pliable. 

Returning from the bathroom she donned a fresh pair of sterile latex gloves, arranged a sterile plastic drape around my groin area and announced that she would be experimenting with needles rather than cannulas for delivering the saline, I have said many times in the past that I love being Mistresses lab-rat, ready to be experimented on, so naturally I agreed. Before I knew it two green needles were inserted into my ball sac, while the two bags of saline hanging on the IV stand began steadily dripping their contents and two short lengths of surgical tape held the needles where needed. Maggie had applied a tourniquet round my cock; from past experience, without the tourniquet, the saline not only fills the balls but also turns the whole area into a homogenous blob, just as effective at emasculating the subject as a mangina or sutures.

Maggie gave me the thumbs up to show she was very happy with the constant drip drip drip drip. We now had some time to wait for the balls to fill, a good excuse for Maggie to keep me in total isolation and the front cover of the hood was zipped shut and that was the last peek I managed of my fantastic Mistress. Although breathing was restricted, it was very comfortable in the hood and the thick latex allowed the merest cream glow to filter through.

As I lay there very content I knew that by the end I would be graced with super sized balls. Every now and then I heard the distinctive hiss of the aromas being pumped and took the cue to take a long slow intake of the relaxing elixir, typically Maggie would give me four or five pumps as I breathed in. This was quite a different aromas experience to the last session, where I was using a rebreather which served as a reservoir and I would recycle the aromas. Today with the nasal cannula, breathe out and it was gone and I was straight back to breathing the rubberised air inside the hood. I wasn't alone however, I was in excellent hands and in my imagination I had a view as clear as day of my Mistress and the last image I received through the eye perforations. 

When Mistress was not tending to the infusion, I received the most exquisite random touches to remind her slave that she was still in attendance. It might be across my chest then around my head and frequently round cock and balls and the final touch of total subjugation was allowing me to listen to some music through Maggie's headphones attached to her i-phone. I have no idea what was being played, but it suitably continued to arouse my whole libido.

A long time had passed before I felt the plastic drape being removed and Mistress was again fiddling with what used to be my ball sac, but I expect would be more resembling a stretched football bladder after being infused with 800mls of saline. Maggie wanted a little electric fun at my expense and stuck three pairs of adhesive electrodes around my new bladder-balls and set the boxes pulsating. That lasted a good few minutes but she wasn't satisfied with the levels of excitement being generated and decided that more needles would soon fix that! Maggie counted as she pushed them in; three needles per testicle, and when her applications were complete the needles were given a rousing electrical circuit of their own, making four estim circuits playing havoc with my swollen balls.

Mistress had covered all the items in her session plan but the down side was we had seriously over run. Removal of all hoods suits etc had to be done hastily and it was all over. It was a shame I couldn't help with the cleaning up and told Maggie so, but we ran out of time. I’d brought my knee length rubber shorts and put them on for the journey home, but this time I was leaking heavily and Mistress produced a pair of incontinence pants that she keeps for such occasions. Those worked a treat and the moral of this story is that these are a must for anyone who has had this amount of saline.

As a footnote, when I got home, the effect of removing the tourniquet was now obvious and the saline had crept into all parts of my genital area. I am sure Maggie knows what an engorged cock and balls looks like and I am fairly sure it would illicit a smile or even that delightful laughter from those beautiful lips. Suffice is to say that the only safe way of having a pee was to sit down and hope it all goes down the pan.

I received exactly what had been stated but much much more. Thank you Mistress Maggie for another unique and very exciting session.

And finally, A Merry Christmas and a happy and pervy New Year, particularly to Maggie and John who have welcomed me into The Chambers 13 times in 2023. 

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Caution: This clip has audio