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. 

        🎄

Caution: This clip has audio 

Imagination

Imagination is one of the most fantastic attributes that we humans possess. It certainly has helped cement my adoration and servitude to my Mistress Maggie. Before I was introduced to the delights of slave training under a most stunning and accomplished Dominatrix, I used to imagine totally random mundane issues; What if I won the pools? What if the premium bonds came up? What about the lottery? etc. etc… 

Since I met Mistress my thoughts and imagination have increasingly been focussed towards how I can better serve my owner. It’s not unknown for my thoughts about Mistress and what she would like to do with her slave to make me physically shake with excitement. I, of course, accept everything Mistress wishes to do both in actuality and imagination, although some do stray into Maggie’s forbidden territory and these are filed away for future, private review.

Some however, come to maturity, like my recent silver headed tape binding, a walk in the woods, a meal in bondage at a local restaurant etc. etc. and some are wonderful yet impractical. I imagine being Maggie’s full time rubber slave, having her free to modify my bits and pieces at will, without concerns for my vanilla life. Impractical I know, because I do not have the stamina and staying power to live up to Mistresses high standards 24*7, and neither is it one of Maggie’s requirements.


Today I was told to -

‘Pack your plum cat suit to bring to session along with your butt plug and black accessories. It might be a hot and sweaty day but Mistress has the means to let a slave drip dry’.


Mention of the plum suit had my imagination running wild in a specific direction. In the past Maggie has referred to the suit as my ‘flying suit’, I had worn it when she had decided to suspend me from the ceiling, attach all sorts to my dangly bits and ensured I was well used, and not just on the one occasion! You don’t need a great amount of imagination to understand how much my mind was racing.

Arriving at the Chambers on time I was greeted by my stunning Mistress in a most beautiful long latex evening skirt in a plum colour. Imagination ramped up a notch as I followed those beautiful hips up the stairs to the Playroom, and yes my thoughts did momentarily slip into forbidden territory, but I am now too well trained to allow those thoughts more than a fleeting millisecond to continue.

Returning from the bathroom as instructed, in my latex socks and gloves with trusty butt plug in hand, I adopted my position for the preliminary footwear worship but had to wait before I could start. Mistress was a little excited as a new purchase had arrived in today’s post and knowing what it was, she wanted to open the packet and have me model it. The item was a black spandex hood and her first observations were that it might be too small and made for a child. Being spandex it could be stretched over my willing head, instantly growing from its seemingly small size to slave size and seated very comfortably where it was intended to go. From the inside it had the opacity and texture of very, very thick black tights. It was dark but allowing sufficient light to see Maggie’s outline as she fussed and adjusted the hood to align with my features and laughed as she slid the mouth zip open to my surprise. Enough of this and I am sure it will reappear either in my training or for another fortunate slave.

Maggie’s boots were short; ankle length material boots, and I was told in no uncertain terms not to get the material too wet, unlike the attentions I give to her leather or vinyl boots where I could lick, kiss and drool a bit to my heart’s content. While I was kissing and worshipping her footwear Mistress outlined the agenda she’d proposed for today’s lesson, telling me how she would need to postpone her original plans because her plan to wrap me in clingfilm and suspend me on a scaffold pole felt too strenuous for her at the moment. Yes, my imagination had at least been partly on track, but that explanation has now set my imagination racing for a future session. ‘Instead’ she said, ‘You will begin by acting as a toilet for me’. That then set my imagination going in yet another direction and by now I was so deep in my sub-space that I was delighted to be able to serve Maggie in any way she wished.

A latex hood was chosen for me to serve in before I was reacquainted with the plum suit that I had deposited on the bed when I arrived, and the plum butt plug that had been quivering on the chest of drawers was now fitted where the sun don’t shine. It was a nice touch that Mistresses skirt, my suit and even the hidden plug were all colour coordinated, confirming that Maggie does have a particularly fine sense for detail and colour co-ordination.

Mistress seemed rather pleased when I volunteered with moving the heavy toilet box into the most suitable location for play, but isn’t that what any slave would do? Why have a dog and bark yourself, or in this case why have a slave and do the shifting yourself.  Positioned under the seat with the rubber toilet ruff comfortably fitted round my neck I was snapped into position around the bowl. My view of the world was somewhat limited and I lay passively as Mistress made her human toilet more secure and useful. 

This is where my imagination kicks into overdrive again. I can feel Maggie attaching chains, securing me under the box and… this is where I really appreciate the pictures that Maggie so graciously provides me with. I can compare what I had imagined with what physically happened. That in itself can be a real revelation when I do receive the pics. This act of reconciling fact and imagination is a wonderful experience that I can cherish for ever.

I will perhaps go off at a slight tangent here. In my earlier training I told Maggie how I loved to be able to watch as she glided around me doing whatever she was doing. Now I still do love those visions but I no longer need to see my Mistress all the time. If I am blindfolded, hooded, taped up or severely restricted, I know in my imagination just how lucky I am to have a beautiful owner and I can spend my ‘dark time’ thinking about her, knowing that I may be lucky to receive real images of what she is doing. Sometimes as happened today, the imagination can be wildly different from reality.

Sorry, I digress and will return to the session now. I was comfortable in my position and waiting for Mistress to fulfil todays role. I didn’t have too long to wait and I could hear Maggie raising the long skirt, not a particularly practical garment if the wearer is contemplating using her toilet slave. I did catch the merest glimpse of Maggie removing her latex briefs ready for action, and guess what colour they were? Yes, plum coloured latex briefs. Mistress really does have an eye for detail.

Waiting patiently to perform my task, I was privileged to be allowed the vision of two white orbs slowly descending until Maggie was happy that her waste would be deposited fairly and squarely in the correct receptical. Then a little stream appeared. Carefully positioning my lips I eased my head a little and was able to catch and consume every drop of the golden nectar that I was gifted with. Being only a tongue length from that forbidden private area of Maggie’s anatomy created more forbidden imagination on my part, but I am too well trained to stray.

To top off, or should I say bottom off her experience, I saw Maggie using toilet paper to dry her private parts and casually toss the moist sheet into the toilet bowl and closed the lid. Am I due more? Will there be another drink available? Not today, when the toilet lid was briefly opened it was to toss an aroma soaked sheet into the pan and the lid promptly closed again, leaving me to inhale the heady scent intermingled with the lasting perfume emanating from the used tissue.

I felt quite flushed when finally relieved of my toilet duties, though needed to get busy helping Mistress by returning the toilet to its correct place and pulling out the bondage bed to allow Mistress access to both sides. Mistress then led me through to her wardrobe where I received a sneak peek of the magnificent latex garments Mistress possesses, but the prime reason was to retrieve a VERY heavy rubber bondage sack from the high rail. As I said earlier, why have a dog and bark… ? 

Back in the Playroom my suits’ crotch zip was opened, as was the appropriately aligned zip in the bondage sack. It is quite easy to enter the sack and although you have limited movement there is no escape since it also has arms like a straightjacket. The art is to gently bend knees while retaining balance and trust Mistress to guide you onto the bed, a couple of shuffles had me in the centre of the bed and I received leather straps around my upper arms, wrists and one around my ankles. I was secure and incredibly comfortable. Even when the securing chains were attached at arms and ankles I relaxed and felt truly grateful for this wonderful and inescapable experience.

I was jolted out of my dreams by feeling Mistress going to work on her cock and balls. Something tight and steely was fastened round them, Maggie was screwing something in and cranking up its grip on my delicate parts, then something a little less steely was slipped over my cock, I guessed this might be some form of electrical connection. Maggie confirmed it was a double monopole electrode, she teamed it with an item she described as, ‘a little electro pad for your little cock and balls’, and firmly attached it on my perineum at the root of my cock. A little test of the electrical circuits and we were good for lift off! Because Maggie knows her slave and also my tolerances, she happily started the e-stim with a pulsing charge on Program 8, at a sufficient level to excite but not exterminate. As soon as cock and balls get used to that level of stimulation I know it is likely to be increased!

To complete my preparations for some relaxing bed bondage Maggie attached the rubber blindfold and encouraged me to accept the inflatable tube gag, not that I need any encouragement for any activities that Maggie chooses. Before being tucked up underneath the latex duvet I had an inflatable collar fitted round my neck to help retain the heat within my latex bondage. I really should have mentioned to Maggie that the merest chink of light peeked through around the top corner of the blindfold, not enough to allow any form of vision but light all the same. I console myself with this lack of honesty to Mistress with the fact that I was severely gagged and couldn’t talk. Had I tried to grunt that I could see, Maggie would naturally be concerned that something more desperate was wrong, and I didn’t want to worry her.

As I rested in near to darkness my imagination again became very active. I could imagine that beautiful figure as Maggie lay next to me on top of the rubber duvet. I could imagine Mistress gently stroking me through the multiple latex layers, I could imagine receiving a welcome infusion of aromas, but it wasn’t imagination. I could actually feel all these subtle luxuries as I ‘relaxed’. What definitely wasn’t left to my imagination was the gradual increase in the e-stim levels.

That really hit the button. The increased power set my imagination on fire. I could only think of my seductive Dominatrix and her very willing slave being brought into a state of heightened arousal. I must admit that quite a few of the thoughts strayed into forbidden territory as I recollected what had happened and…  CLIMAX!

After having turned off the electric’s (thank goodness), Mistress gently eased me out of the sack. I was dripping wet and had to stand on a towel to avoid a tsunami across the carpet. We dumped all the latex into the bath and I helped Maggie with the cleaning, moving the bed back etc. and we talked about the wonderful feelings I had just experienced and I was happy relaxed and contented.

I appreciate much of this blog is devoted to my imagination, but I really would like to thank Mistress Maggie for helping me to develop that imagination in a most perverted direction. I think I am happier now than for a long long time.

Vertical or Horizontal? That, is the Question

In response to Mistress Maggie’s request to make suggestions for Playroom sessions I might like, I replied:

Is it possible to fit me in the leather isolation hood so that you can attach your rubber slave to the gantry or ceiling ring? …

or

As an alternative, I was looking back through all our video clips and I realised I have not had the next instalment of my bedtime story …

So my fate may have been sealed. Well, I certainly found myself well and truly sealed by the end of the session!

It just wont stay in!

As it was overcast and slightly drizzling I took the opportunity to wear my rubber trench coat casually open, with absolutely no notice taken by the few pedestrians I sauntered past. I am getting a lot more relaxed wearing my superb coat in public and one day…

I digress. When I arrived, Mistress by coincidence, was also wearing her rubber trench coat and she looked stunning as she opened the door to usher me in to The Chambers. A complete contrast to the shiny black of her thick shiny mac was the vibrant red ponytail she wore atop of her open face latex mask.

No matter whether I was to be suspended vertically or laid horizontally, or whatever other ideas Mistress had planned, I felt today was going to be another interesting experience where I could serve and please my Mistress.

Mistress had her black, lace-up boots just peeping under her coat, and once I was fitted into her chosen latex slave hood I set to work eagerly cleaning, kissing and paying homage to my owners’ footwear. Naturally, as a full-blooded latex minded male, I tried to sneak a peek at what delights were hidden within the blackness that I was working in and think I spied a little glimpse of a black latex leotard. Totally out of bounds of course, but I am mesmerised by Maggie and all her clothing choices, she is an incredibly sexy and truly sensual person, which makes it hard for me to remember my restriction at times.

Maggie's inflatable rubber collar

It is amusing that during my boot worship, Mistress still continues ‘encouraging’ her slave with occasional thwacks from her padded crop, even after ten years of being a slave in her charge. Encouragement is never required for any action I do for my Mistress, so I must conclude that Maggie does get pleasure from the fact that she can use the crop indiscriminately, stamping her mark on her property knowing there will be no objections from her slave, and after all, the noise of the crop on rubber is most satisfying. I am really fortunate having a Mistress who likes to keep her slave at a honed state of readiness.

We had some unfinished business from our last session due to the new larger butt plug that had been ordered not arriving in time. Time was not wasted in preparing me for the larger toy though, I had been well stretched and ready to accommodate it when it eventually arrived. Well, today was the day. I was offered a sniff from a new and untried bottle of Amyl aromas, as they are supposedly better at relaxing the anal muscles. It worked; after having my existing plug as a ‘range finder’ the new toy slipped into my arse in a relatively straightforward manner, but try as we might the damn thing, rather disgracefully, slid out. The Doc Johnson Rumpy butt plug was by no means a flush fit, the neck of the plug is not long enough to allow the bulb to nestle into its new home, nor is it suitable to wear long-term while moving about pleasing my Mistress. Oh well, back to the butt plug hunt!!!

As an aside, I do prefer the aromas that we normally use to this Amyl brand, and was pleased when later in the session Maggie reverted back to what I am more used to. I found the Amyl a little insipid in taste and smell. Even though there is a marginal improvement in anal relaxation, I hope Maggie will predominantly use the original. However, I certainly am not averse to trying any/all brands and may suggest that Maggie might obtain other aromas just to test out the efficacy of the various makes.

I still needed my arse filling and notwithstanding the ejecting plug, Maggie always has a plan ‘B’, which on this occasion involved inserting a sizeable electro plug. It was beginning to look like Maggie would be the one being tested with electric today, as unfortunately, being a somewhat clumsy slave, I stood on the lead as I got off the bed and broke it! Again, Mistress always has a contingency, and at Plan ‘C’ in went the electro Kegel balls to finally stuff my arse in a way that Maggie was satisfied with, so was this happy slave too. 

Thankfully there were no mishaps or delays inserting me into my Invincible latex suit, followed by full enclosure in Maggie’s thick latex straitjacket body bag. It was at this point that I realised it was going to be a horizontal suspension, as the monkey gas mask that was now being fitted over the open faced helmet I was wearing precluded the suspension hood. The final adornment was the broad waist corset that Maggie buckled on nice and snug. It does feel good to wear and slims down this rather stout slave.

Suited in two thick layers, corseted and masked, I was told to sit upright so Maggie could add an inflatable neck collar to my rubber dressing, one I hadn’t previously tried. The collar is one of Maggie’s designs and creation. pumped up just to the right pressure, it gives support and rigidity but was not over pumped to cause breathing difficulties. Yet another excellent, innovative and well-made item in her armoury. I was then laid to rest, not literally of course as that may imply I was dead meat, and manoeuvred into the centre of the bed, given my favourite choice of pillow and I just relaxed into my very comfortable latex surroundings. 

Of course, I knew Mistress would not leave her slave luxuriating and actually enjoying the peace and quiet induced by the tight mask. The crotch zips were opened and the red viper electrode was arranged about the base of my cock. The electrode was very effective in ‘waking’ the dead and I laid back, humped a bit and groaned a bit as the anal electrode and Viper did their business, until, oh dear - I told you Maggie was more tested by the electrics didn’t I! All that humping dislodged one of the wires to the Kegel balls and I lost signal. Two choices; mention the failure or pretend it was still working to avoid one area of discomfort.

Of course it’s a no brainer as I always tell the truth to my Mistress, but seeing as she was unable to reach the offending wire under all that rubber, two fresh electrodes were attached to my balls in the blinking of an eye and the circuit re-routed to that location. A final flourish to attach my arms securely to the corset and I could be finally tucked up under the cosy, hot latex duvet.

And so to the continuation of my Dressing for Pleasure bedtime story. The curtains were drawn; of course, I am referring to the bug eye blindfold that Maggie applied; actually far more effective than curtains and the result, I was in total darkness. I concentrated my mind on listening to my Mistress reading to her rubber plaything. Every now and then, I could feel Maggie lean over and pump the aromas bulb, feeding me with the familiar buzz, taste and smell that I was used to. This aroma has the ability to focus my mind on my Mistress and that made me hump the covers even more. I remember her leaning close and saying -

'It’s an exciting story isn’t it slave?'

I couldn’t deny that, even some of the dressing styles and adventures I have had with Maggie reflected the theme in the current storyline, making it quite meaningful. (A clip is included below) 

Maggie had been steadily increasing the electric sensation occasionally, but unknown to us both, all the humping I was doing was causing the dials on the electric box that was under the quilt with me to rotate.

I humped = quilt moved in sympathy = dials caught on the quilt = volume turned up = the increased sensation got me humping the quilt even more...

You couldn’t have dreamt it up! All this under quilt action was taking its toll on my ability to maintain a reasonable temperature and eventually I had to plead for some relief from the stifling heat. The paragraph had come to the end and Mistress gently eased me out of the monkey mask and collar, and peeled back the latex quilt to let in some cooler air. Perhaps I should hire myself out as an alternative source of heating to counteract the increasing gas prices, but on reflection I am dedicated to Mistress and she can benefit from all the warmth I can generate.

After I had cooled sufficiently I willingly had the monkey mask refitted but a different hose was attached to it this time. The three breathing bellows were wheeled in and left standing ominously at the side of the bed while Mistress dispensed her aromatic medicine into her unique breath play rig. It looked like I was going to have to work for my medicine from now on and was determined not to let Mistress down. Slowly and evenly I breathed in and out, drawing in Maggie’s intoxicating potion with each breath, achieving good movement in the bellows as they acted in their rebreather capacity. Mistress Maggie loves to tease and excite this rubber slave and with the electrics under her control once again it was time for more humping, jumping, grunting and conclusive enjoyment for me too.

There was no way I could have been disappointed today. I got exactly, and more than I suggested and another few steps along the route of total dependence on Mistress for all my emotional and physical needs. Thank you Maggie.

Caution: This 02:17 bedtime bondage clip has audio

Silver for Mistress

I knew today's session would be primarily based in The Clinic, just as I know that my next training session will be primarily in The Playroom. How do I know that? Well, I did not learn it from the calling mail - 

You will be required to assist your rubber nurse with her jubilee celebrations… 

Although the brief email did suggest that the session would be with rubber nurse who generally operates in her Clinic, the information actually came from the beautiful lips of Mistress Maggie in our previous session, when accompanied by a peel of her delightful laughter, she teased me by asking if I had worked it out? ‘It’ being the location of the session. There was a little hesitation before I was presented with the answer, that Maggie alternates our sessions between Playroom and Clinic, hence I 'knew’.

Enough of what I 'knew' and more about what happened today. It was cold out, but after the covid preliminaries Mistress soon had me upstairs in the lovely warmth of her Playroom with instructions to change into my latex shorts, socks and gloves. ‘No need to chill your bollocks off in the bathroom slave, enjoy the heat and change into your latex here’. Maggie as always thinking about the health and wellbeing of her slaves; the perfect Mistress I think. 

It did feel odd not having to knock on the door and wait for Maggie’s command to enter and worship, but I presented myself at her feet as is always expected only to be greeted with a footwear quandary. Mistress was wearing open toed sandals that had just two glossy straps. Ironically I had to think on my feet, because the small amount of strap I had to worship didn’t lend itself to the the long slow licks that have become my worshipping trademark, and would likely have me in trouble for straying from her footwear. I licked and kissed the two straps, carefully moving the tip of my tongue along the thin leather until Mistress relented and indicated I could worship her tights as well, but only as far as her knees. Up and down the pale tights; several times up and down the red seams, I was lucky to be able to taste those magnificent legs at first hand. Occasionally I managed to nuzzle the top of my now latex hooded head against her red latex skirt, but only a fleeting contact…

Mistress then took a seat on my back as I knelt on the rug with my pants pulled down, and with her gloved up hands Mistress easily inserted my lubricated red butt plug into my lubricated arsehole. ‘There, that will get you prepared for something larger’, she said ‘And there’s no point pulling those pants up because you’re coming over my knee now!’. I knew I had disappointed Mistress with some very lazy work I had presented to her recently. I wont bore you with what was slovenly but suffice is to say I deserved any chastisement that was due (I always do). On the up side Maggie was now taking off her disposable gloves to reveal a superb pair of rubber shoulder length ones. It was certainly looking like I would receive my comeuppance by being punished by rubber. Is that possible???

Ordered OTK it was time to find out, and yes, Maggie dished out a long hand spanking with her fine gloves on until she was satisfied I was contrite, and then some… she used her leather black and tan paddles to increase the heat further. When I was finally allowed off her knee my ass was almost as red as my latex hood, and I could still feel the damage a couple of days later. However, being over Mistresses knee, head down and groin resting on Maggie's rubber skirt, I think on balance, I enjoyed the punishment far more than I should have.

By now my butt plug was feeling quite at home in my warmed up ass, but Maggie was only prepared to allow it a temporary residence and had plans to have a larger model move in now. My plug was replaced with an inflatable vibrating one and naturally it was tested thoroughly before activities could progress further. Mistress pumped it up until I could feel its bulbous proportions filling me up and had run through several of its vibrating programs, then both the wires and pump were sealed inside my shorts and I was ushered through to the Clinic. I did say earlier that we were going into the Clinic and we did!.

Before I could be operated on I was given a task: to help Maggie with the extension for the couch. I’ve never been asked to fit it before so was surprised by how heavy and cumbersome it was to fix in place. I would recommend every good slave worth their considerable weight should learn to fix this extension on to save Maggie from all the heavy lifting. There are two square stanchions that slide into two square holes and you have to be careful and patient to get the alignment correct, oh, and don’t forget to push the stirrup adjusters out of the way before you start. Once lined up properly a quick nudge will have the extension nicely secured. Maggie then made the couch look very enticing by draping a cream latex sheet over it, and I needed no encouragement to mount it and become her lab rat again.

Maggie intended to try a little 'experimental' breath play using a rebreather bag combined with a previously untried resuscitator pump. Both were attached to the double ported GP5 I was wearing and an aroma pump was incorporated for additional stimulation. The idea was to pump air into me when the rebreather bag took its toll. However, the vintage resuscitator didn’t seem to want to play and Mistress soon realised that it was letting air in as well as out, which tended to negate the effect of the rebreather. Not at all the desired result, although I was quite happy receiving a whiff of aromas and a plentiful supply of nice rubbery flavoured air from the bellows side while the experiment lasted. Mistress believes she knows how to fix the problem and will be having me back for more resuscitating bellows experiments. I do hope so, because with the bellows put back in their box I was now having my breath controlled with the trusty rebreather bag, the reservoir of usable air lessening with every breath and I was gasping for air far too soon for Mistresses liking. 

My breathing was not the only thing that wasn’t up to scratch in the Clinic today, if Maggie thought my breathing was poor then my cock was a pittance, as she was about to find out!!  She was insistent that I wouldn’t be leaving the couch during the next part of the operation and that a catheterised slave would prevent any unplanned potty stops. I agreed immediately because the last thing I wanted was to cause Mistress any interruptions. The problem was that my cock had gone completely to sleep or was trying to hide, resulting in it reducing to the size of a small chipolata. This does make it incredibly difficult to insert the catheter and, in fact, on the first attempt the tube just coiled inside the foreskin and of course that was a pretty useless location. 

I have said on many occasions that my Mistress is resourceful and persisted in finding that little tip of the urethra. I got a familiar thrill as I felt the first inch or so find its mark and then it just slipped in ever so easily. Maggie really is an expert. The final act was to pump in 30ml of saline to inflate the bulb, I was happily sealed and could pee without any disruption to the proceedings.

Maggie had planned to perform a celebratory operation to acknowledge her 25 years as a Professional Dominatrix (The following Monday, 10th January), and now was the time to explain what was about to happen. She was about to create a 25 across a suitable canvas; my stomach. I of course agreed, not that agreement is necessary as I will do anything she wants, but she may appreciate her slave’s approval all the same.

Mistress had already prepared a suitable stencil to help her position her needlepoint and had marked these with a pen across the appropriate parts of my rather rotund stomach. Thinking back I am rather pleased about my large girth as it allowed Maggie far more room for her artistic flare. I hadn’t been rigidly restrained so far, which made sense as Maggie needed a pretty large uncluttered canvas to complete her needlework, not that straps are necessary as Maggie’s command is enough to keep me where she wants me, and I lay completely still to allow her easy access to her pin locations. It also meant that every so often, I was able to hold Maggie's hand to confirm that everything was fine. I liked those little sensual touches. I also rather appreciated the frequent stroking of my capriciously rising cock. It’s strange that by sticking a few (or in this case not so few) pins in my belly I get somewhat aroused!

The green, pink and yellow needles were applied systematically and carefully, following the stencil outline until Mistress was satisfied with the art work. I of course couldn't see the results but when I saw the pictures... Wow! Mistress is a real artist with her needle work. I am, however, pleased that Maggie only applied one candle per digit rather than 25 as you might do on a birthday cake. A little puff of the aromas, a gentle stroke of hand and cock and I was in heaven. I hadn't squealed, winced or moaned once and I think Maggie was almost pleased with her slave as I did get a ‘Well done slave’ as she lit her two celebratory candles.

However, the lack of squealing was soon a thing of the past, as mischievous Maggie decided that a little bit of electrical relief would be beneficial for her slave and it would be a pity not to make use of all those sharp little electrodes that had recently been applied. I can't remember having had a similar electrical circuit so didn't quite know what to expect.

Spectacular art work for 25th anniversary

Well, with the minute contact area provided by her two chosen needles, even at a low power setting the electric sensations were intense, verging on unbearable, and all the squealing and grunting that had been suppressed earlier came out all at once and I have to admit to begging for mercy. Thank you Mistress, your 25th jubilee celebrations truly were a scream!!!

The pins came out far quicker than when they were inserted and as a treat from Mistress Maggie for my good behaviour I was allowed to finish off this exceptional experience by worshipping that wonderful tights fitted bottom, and she jumped up onto the couch to allow me to commence. Licking was not the way, because every time I licked the tights resisted, but I certainly received a feast for the eyes and could cover it in my carefully placed kisses.

I started this blog by indicating the next session will be Playroom based. Mistress knows how to play with her slave and there is every possibility that she will throw a curved ball and return to the Clinic. I think I will return to just going with the flow and accepting what happens wherever it happens. Its a lot simpler for a simple slave.