A Load of Little B's

I had barely started to close the door to the Chambers when Mistress Maggie's experienced hand reached out and in an instant had a leash clipped onto my slave collar. Her insistent tugging allowed just sufficient time and freedom to remove my shoes and coat and leave them tidily in the hallway, I was then close reined and tugged upstairs towards the Playroom.

Was it my imagination or was Mistress purposely drawing me even closer to her golden latex covered bottom? When she abruptly stopped well. . . I didn’t, causing my face to be nestled into her right cheek. I think that temporary pause on the stairs was of her own design, otherwise I would have earned a stout telling off. Being allowed to kiss and fawn over the most beautiful latex covered globes I could imagine so soon after arriving is a most rare thing, and an opportunity I keenly grasped.

My plum latex catsuit was laid out on the bed as Maggie had decided it would be my uniform for the day. I was dispatched to the bathroom to return in just stockings and gloves. Oh, and of course my slave collar which by now had been released from my lead. It never takes long to cast aside my outdoor clothes, I talc the gloves and socks, slip them on and report back to the Playroom clutching my butt plug which I must present to Mistress. I was soon knocking on the Playroom door for the 149th time, butt plug in hand, waiting to be ordered inside by my owner.

Mistress was comfortably seated on her throne, or come to think of it she may have been less comfortable than usual as the chair had lost its regal covering. Anyway it was strangely located in the middle of the room facing the door, providing me with a full frontal view of my beautiful owner as I entered.

Kneeling down I was ready and very willing to worship those long black boots. When left to my own devices I usually complete one boot before moving onto the second, but Maggie wanted a different technique today that got my head moving in a military march like fashion; left boot, right boot then immediately back to the left, then to the right, lick kiss and worship . . .  and on it progressed, all the while accompanied by a similar military tattoo across my backside with a tan leather whip. Maggie placed her strokes with sufficient force to maintain my attention rather but they didn't qualify as a real punishment flogging. Once the boots were polished to Maggie's satisfaction it was into my catsuit, bend over the throne for the very rapid and most pleasurable insertion of the butt plug and we were ready to proceed to the real meat of today's training.

Then a bombshell. Mistress calmly looked me in the eye and gave me a right bollocking for failing to proofread a recently published blog. The formatting was poor, sentences not finished, words missed etc. ‘Why did I have to rectify more than a dozen of your mistakes slave?’ It was no use trying to give excuses, I could only apologise sincerely for my slovenliness and for bringing Mistresses reputation into disrepute by her owning an absolutely stupid and careless slave. I expected punishment and feared the worst.

Mistress then soothingly said, ‘don't worry slave I am not going to cane you this time’. Imagine the relief, I was to be spared the cane and again I promised that I would try much harder. At the time that single act of kindness carried far more weight than receiving the cane. I was quite happy to relax secure in the knowledge that a caning was not imminent, relaxed at being ordered to lie on the bed and be secured there by my benevolent Mistress and I was even relaxed as Maggie produced a card containing small metal clamps and started applying them to my cock and balls.

The first couple went on fine; Maggie carefully positioning them. A little discomfort was felt as she shook and stretched my cock to make sure the clamps were secured as well as her slave, but comfort levels quickly vanished as more of her clamps were applied. Mistress had obviously foreseen the reaction her clamps would have on my pain levels and had sensibly put a breathe through gag into my mouth to stifle any moans that might be forced out.

Things then definitely took a turn for the worse. I wasn't going to receive the cane but Mistress was going to attach her electrics box in the same haphazard way that I had approached my Blog writing. 'Maybe one wire attached to the top here', and I felt the top clip wobble as the electrode was clipped in place, then 'maybe one on your balls at the bottom'. An ominous twitching tremor ran along my cock and balls as the second electrode was clicked in place, and then another pair were attached to the sides, just for fun.

Almost my view in the mirror.

As Mistress ramped up the power I could feel now why I wasn't receiving the cane for punishment. As the setting went up and down it felt like a circular electric shock all round my groin area. Mistress laughed as I started to shake and I think I was also starting to cry. These little B's were really starting to bite, the electrics were becoming unbearable and I was really grateful for the gag. I was dribbling like mad as the little buggers bit my cock, spat out the current and genuinely really hurt.

And then, just as Mistress gauged I had received sufficient punishment and was starting to gradually reduce the input levels I really couldn't help myself. With the raging torment still running through those menacing clamps . . . I think I was forced to climax! I say think because the overall sense was one of painful cock and balls, but I also felt that familiar warmth of ejaculation. Mistress showed no solace when she removed the little b******s either, preferring to pull on each one until it became detached rather than unclip it. She quipped that these Chinese clamps were a bit rough round the edges, but I think they were probably made by Nippon because that was exactly what the clamps did!

Why I wasn't sure if I’d just embarrassed myself was because, although my cock had deflated, I still wanted more. More of my Mistress, more training, just more of my little slot in heaven, I wasn't tired, which is a typical male reaction after orgasm and I begged Maggie to continue with the session.

Released from the bed bondage Mistress allowed me the luxury of a little recovery time by presenting her derrière for some much appreciated worship. I know Maggie likes to have her rubber bottom gently stroked with a latex covered hand, and she certainly deserves to have her cheeks kissed and licked as well. One thing I find is that once kissed and licked latex becomes less 'smooth' and less easy to gently stroke; a slave needs a sensible strategy to accomplish both. No problem. Lick and kiss one cheek and stroke the other. When my drool had had time to dry I could change cheeks and continue my worship. I am really delighted Mistress allowed this brief recovery time as far more 'relaxing' experiences were to follow.

I was soon captured in the tight embrace of Mistresses leather straitjacket and a chest harness was buckled on over the top. The straitjacket is a particularly wonderful garment especially when worn over all my latex. You just slide your arms easily into its overlong mittened sleeves, and once strapped in and tightened up you can forget any thoughts of getting out on your own.

It was my turn to sit on the wooden bondage chair now and immediately a couple of ropes were lashed round my ankles to prevent me moving from any location. Maggie expended quite a lot of energy tightening straps around me, but the one around my shoulders had been positioned a little high giving me the chance to have a bit of fun. Gentle wriggling and shoulder shrugging when Mistresses back was turned forced it to slipped off my arms and lay loosely round my neck.

I don't know if Maggie realised my part in shuffling the strap off the shoulders (she will do now!), but once it had been noticed it was immediately repositioned under the securing eyes as the photo shows. It certainly wasn't going to slip off again!

I could marvel at the predicament I was so fortunate to be in as the room mirror had been angled in my direction. Though of course, having a tube stuck in your mouth and half a dozen rubber bandages wrapped round your head does somewhat restrict visibility. Visual isolation does heighten the other senses and the occasional touches I received from Maggie felt electric, the latex would move and squeak a little as she stroked my head or my stirring cock area, then it went quiet and I have no concept of how long Mistress kept me in isolation, I really was enjoying my dreams and I did notice that my previously deflated cock was making its presence felt as I thought of Mistress in her gold latex suit, her wonderful sense of humour and ravishing beauty, and I was generally quite 'hard' again.

When the bandages were finally stripped away I was to have the luxury of wearing the Belgium mask again, which meant I could gaze at my beautiful Mistress as she went about her business. But not before indulging in a second bit of fun though, and a kind that Maggie noticed more quickly.

She was standing right in front of me unwinding the last of the rubber bandages, me still breathing away through the tube gag. I discovered that if you wiggle the end of the tube with a few dextrous head movements you can manoeuvrer the end of the tube then suck hard enough a slave can attach himself to his rubber Mistress and draw her in closer! I used this technique and managed to latch onto Maggie’s breast but my tomfoolery was taken in good humour. I was in heaven again and I think I saw a glint in Maggie's eyes.

And so to the final part of my breathing exercises, with my formal introduction to Mistress Maggie's portable breathing bottle, it was safely secured on my back with a harness and attached to the Belgium mask with a hose. The bottle is a remarkable piece of equipment and one that a slave could wear for a long time whilst performing normal slave duties. The wooden throne needed some minor modification in order to accommodate the back pack, simply achieved by removing two slats from the back, something I had not seen done before. Two and a bit jugfuls of tap water were brought through and loaded into the bubble bottle so the tank was full, and I was off bubbling like a Leaky Cauldron. I did mention that I prefer Mistresses nectar, but even with her extra special capacity I think two jugfuls may have extended even Maggie's capabilities.

Clearly enjoying the bubble sounds and attempting to convert them into 'music' was not sufficient for Maggie. After a while she wanted to upset my breathing by judicious application of her electric vibrator. She backed on to me and started with the vibrator, pressing it into my crotch. Then little by little she opened her crotch zip and instead of wasting time on her slave she diverted attention to herself. Sat as I was in front of the mirror, I had the most glorious view of my Mistress as she enjoyed the vibes. Her eyes partially closed, she sank deeper onto my knee and so it continued until my leg felt the flow of warm fluid and Mistress sounded particularly happy. I, in turn almost came for the second time in one session. I was certainly rock hard again when Mistress came down from her high, giving me that very sweet smile that only she can generate and offering me a very moist vibrator to suck on.

What a privilege to clean Mistresses used vibrator and that was that. I was so happy Mistress Maggie had appeared to enjoy herself and not for the first time her slave was left a little frustrated. As in every session there are first experiences aplenty. The portable bubble bottle, the removable back of the throne, a very beautiful woman pleasuring herself on her slaves knee and of course, being milked by a load of little B's with a couple of thousand volts. Life is never dull and always exciting when you commit to being one of the slaves of a wonderful and imaginative Mistress.

The treatment worked by the way. I was way more careful in my next writings.

Caution: This 1:56sec bubble bottle clip has audio

 

Chorley

Chorley, a quiet friendly Lancashire town is situated on the main West Coast main line, but more crucially it’s just a direct bus ride from Mistress Maggie's Chambers.

There was barely a ripple of interest from the Chorlians as I walked dutifully behind my Mistress with only the occasional glance at the slave collar I was proudly wearing. Hardly surprising really, because I was with a very beautiful friend who naturally attracts admiring glances. One or two may have been envious of my status, who wouldn't be, however, I did have two encounters with the locals concerning my collar. I have more to share about those encounters later along with an explanation as to why we found ourselves in Chorley.
I was really excited about the direction Mistress was to take for today's session, as she had made it quite clear in the calling mail that ‘. . . you should arrive in a roomy pair of trousers, and I can confirm that my intentions are to dominate you outdoors for part of your session. Ensure that you are also well hydrated when you arrive . . .’

In a previous session we had talked about how it would be a real buzz for me to be taken out in my latex suit, with my bum plugged and a catheter deployed. A scenario which looked like it was about to happen from the words in the calling mail, and I became both nervous and excited that Mistress might trust me with such a duty. However, when I contacted Mistress to say I’d be arriving for my session soon, what I thought was certain became rather more doubtful '. . . Wear a black short sleeve t shirt and black latex shorts to arrive . . . We’re not going out in the car.'

As always, I could rely on my Mistress to keep me guessing!

It was another very warm summer day and I arrived at The Chambers in the black latex clothes I had been instructed to wear with my baggy trousers on top. My latex shorts were already feeling quite moist. Even if we were to venture out in Mistresses husbands car, I would certainly need a plastic membrane to protect my seat, a thought that turned out to be quite unnecessary.

It had been obvious from the moment Maggie opened the door that I was likely in for a treat, as she had her piss pants on and I was hoping I knew where their contents would end up. With my outdoor clothes stripped away I set about worshipping Mistresses thigh length, black leather boots and I really tried not to be distracted by the rubber drain tube that was dangling between them. My butt plug was to be inserted next; Mistress has done a really good job of stretching my bum and the large red plug slid in easily before I was 'walked' on my lead, via the toilet to The Clinic.

I received the system mask, then strapped to the couch I was prepared for catheterisation. The catheter went in so quickly that I was amazed when Maggie said I was now plugged at both exits and had already begun tidying up her used sterile items ready for disposal.

Mistress showed less haste when is came to throwing the plastic drape away though and decided to tease her patient with it instead. As I lay there Maggie placed the drape over my nose, it has the kind of intoxicating plastic smell that any true plastic fetishist simply cannot resist. My natural instinct was to breath deeply on its strong and wonderful aroma, making it way too easy for Maggie to suffocate her slave with the drape. I was helpless and could be teased until I was quite breathless. The opening lines of 'Take my breath Away' floated into my head as Maggie continued to enjoy her plaything.

A breath through gag was then attached to the system mask; one which is ideal for drinking through. I had done as I was told and arrived well hydrated, even so I was about to receive considerably more liquid refreshment! Mistress is really thoughtful in her delivery. The nectar isn't released all at once, a good thing because the flow Maggie is capable of producing could totally overwhelm a slave, not to mention probably drown him. A good healthy head of fluid was visible in her piss pants and Mistress regulated the flow of my piss drink to a sensible level. Suffice is to say, I had a wonderful long drink of Mistress’ fresh, rehydrating fluids.

Mistress then uncovered another surprise. ‘A rubber catheter bag slave. It can be worn inside or outside your trousers. Which do you want?’

I was starting to question my bottle and stammered ‘inside please’. The leg bag was brand new and after a little surgery to shorten the drain tube it was strapped to my left thigh. Once the clamp was removed I experienced that familiar feeling of trickling pee. I had absolutely no control of when to pee and that was a little disconcerting! After a few adjustments Maggie thought it better to tape the exit tap closed to prevent any accidental leakage and the final question concerned what I should wear. Although I was confident about wearing the latex t-shirt in public the amount of sweat it had already generated was a bit of a concern. Mistress would have a very wet slave by the end of the journey so we settled on normal clothes and my slave collar and we were ready to depart.

‘We are going to catch the bus to Chorley.’ Mistress announced. A good ride of almost an hour, and once we had arrived at our destination we could check how much pee had flowed into the latex bag. The bus journey was very pleasant, we sat on the back seat where we talked about a number of perv subjects and other friendly musings, and I gazed at how amazing my Mistress is. All the while I suspected that the bag was gradually filling, but it posed no problems.

By the time we arrived and we stood up to disembark, the catheter bag was definitely feeling more weighty and there was a considerable bulge appearing under my slack trousers. But not to worry, anyone noticing would see a beautiful woman and a bulge in her companions trousers, quite natural really, but I suspected my highly visible slave collar would divert attention.

We sauntered around Chorley market, I bought Mistress a very nice bracelet from one of the local shops and finally walked into a local coffee shop fairly close to the bus station where two coffees were drank at our leisure. The coffee shop was busy with an easy and relaxed environment, although buying a suitable snack proved impossible because they had run out of buns. Mistress and I talked some more and Mistress exchanged some words and a smile with a lady sitting at the next table.

Meanwhile, my rubber cath bag was still filling and creating an even bigger bulge inside my trousers and I was conscious that it might be full. I needed to ask Maggie if I was allowed to use the toilets to attempt to empty it. Mistress gave permission and clear instructions on what I should do and off I trotted, upstairs to find the toilets.

An interesting experience to say the least. I found a cubical, dropped my pants, removed the safety tape from the tap, pointed it down the pan and. . . Whoosh. . . A veritable Tsunami shot down the porcelain. If you have ever filled a balloon with water and then let it go, that is the type of reaction my catheter bag created. It is a good job I had a firm hold of the hose otherwise I could have flooded the whole place with pee.

I returned without the bulge and satisfied that the catheter and bag worked a treat. There is nothing a slave can do once catheterised but trust the equipment. You can't stop the flow, you have no control and even the butt plug is there to stay. It is most liberating to know you are outwardly 'normal' yet still under total control of your Mistress and because of Maggie's thoroughness, totally safe and dry.

Next it was Maggie's turn to visit ‘the ladies’ and after just a few minutes she had returned to the table. The reusable flask that she had been drinking from throughout our journey was once more placed on the table, she began decanting its contents into a fresh coffee cup that she must have collected on the way. The drink was offered to me and believing it was an extra drink to keep me hydrated and the bag filling up, I eagerly accepted. I expected cool clear water, but no, it was better than that. Mistress presented me with a cup of warm nectar which of course was drained in a thrice.

And that I thought was the end of the adventure as Maggie announced ‘Time for home’. Except on the way out, a gentleman sitting on a low bench having a few beers with his mates noticed and commented on my collar. Maggie instantly hooked her finger through it and eased me towards the gentleman asking if he wanted to read the inscription on the medal - ‘slave in training’. Seamlessly he hooked his finger into the ring, dragging me further forward and said, 'Give us a blow job then’. I was in absolute turmoil wondering how Mistress wished me to react. I am her property but there was only a grin and no instruction from her. ‘I can’t I'm taken’ I stammered, and fortunately was immediately released.

The outline of the filling cath bag is just visible above my left knee.

The man laughed as we went on our way and suggested Maggie should ‘take good care of this one!’ Mistress seemed amused and unconcerned about my encounter. I still don't know if Mistress had anticipated this when she drew me towards the fellow, or whether she was as surprised as I was? In any event, I am owned and Maggie can do whatever she wishes with her slave.

On a lighter note, as we had been unable to buy a bun we stopped to purchase a sandwich for Maggie. The young girl serving us also commented that she liked my collar, but this time I managed to save myself from landing in any mischief; I smiled and said thank you. That was the end of the contact and the lady didn't ask me for a blow job.

The return bus journey was enjoyable but relatively uneventful, although I could feel my bag filling again. However, when we stood up to get off I felt the retaining strap pop open and I had to leave the bus holding the tube through my trouser pocket. Once again, all the public would see was a man alighting from a bus in the company of a very attractive lady with a bulge in my trousers. Most natural.

As we sauntered back to The Chambers I told Maggie about the strap and once indoors I could gently let the bag slide to its natural position, there from just beneath the hemline of my baggy trousers was the tip of the drain tap smiling back at us. Off to the bathroom then, Mistress bringing her syringe to deflate my catheter before removal. The rubber catheter bag needed emptying and thoroughly cleaning, and that I thought was the end, but Mistress had other plans and I was dragged back into her Playroom to complete my slave duties for the day.

I was ordered to strip with the exception of the butt plug of course, I was naked as the day I was born. Mistress picked a latex hood from her plentiful collection and strapped on her dildo harness, complete with her large flesh coloured dildo Mistress was ready for her slaves attention. I was finally ordered to give my Mistress a blow job. No doubts or reservations this time and with the right encouragement from Maggie and a warning as to where else she intended to put it I set about mouthing the dildo. I could only manage about half into my mouth and I really hoped that the movements were giving some pleasure to my Mistress. I have tried so many things with Mistress but this was a new lesson for this slave, as Maggie had never encouraged me before in this direction. I was handed a Durex and told to put it on her dildo.

Maggie ordered me onto all fours where she could easily pop the long stay resident butt plug out of my backside. I was instructed to sit on her knee and pleasure the dildo she was wearing. Yet another wonderful new experience.

The whole length of Maggie's shaft was taken easily and eagerly up my bum hole. I sat and wiggled and tried to get it deeper embedded and groaned quite a lot. Once more I hoped Maggie was having some fun because her slave certainly was. The position allowed Maggie to snake her free hands around me and grasp my cock and balls. That is a most explosive position!. . . except it wasn't. Just as I was about to warn Mistress that I was about to involuntarily ejaculate, she abruptly stopped and withdrew her energetic dildo. That was that. Another demonstration as to who is in total charge of all my emotions, orifices and experiences during my all too brief a time serving Mistress Maggie.

As to my experience in Chorley. It was a real buzz and I only hope I didn't let my Mistress down. The natives appear down to earth and friendly. I know I am a really fortunate slave and will do whatever my Mistress asks, although I am still unsure I’d have given that gent his blow job outside Chorley market if I had been so instructed, but then again I do trust my Mistresses judgement 100%.

Water Water Everywhere . . .

What a scorcher, and I am not only talking about the hottest day of the year. Mistress Maggie had sensibly kept her options open for today's session, but before we discussed where she wished to take the session, Maggie played a little game with her slave in the doorway to The Chambers. There is normally a 20-30 second delay once I ring the doorbell before Mistress opens the door, enough time for me to take a deep breath and compose myself, and to act as a reminder as to who exactly is in charge, in case of any doubt, Mistress is ALWAYS in charge, but today I had barely taken my finger off the doorbell before the door sprang open and I was ushered in.

This threw me completely. Was I on time? Was I late and Mistress was annoyed? Was I early again and earning more crop strokes?  Nope, I was bang on time and Maggie was just toying with her slave.

That wasn't the only surprise Maggie sprung on her bemused slave, as I was greeted by the most magnificent sight I have seen in a long time. Mistress was elegantly dressed in an off the shoulder maroon formal dress with her hair like that of a Greek goddess, diamonds on her wrist and every inch the vision of pure beauty.

My jaw dropped and I couldn't help drooling over this latex vision who was to be my tutor for the afternoon. Once my stammers had subsided I managed to compliment Maggie on how stunning she looked. I know I go on and on but I can't stop eulogising at the vision that was standing so seductively in the little entrance hallway.

The palpitations didn't stop there either, as I followed Mistress up to The Playroom her hips were swaying in the most provocative and seductive manner and I was reminded why I am totally under the spell of this Greek goddess. Mistress was wearing lower shoes in keeping with her magnificent stature, tantalizingly visible just below the hem of this delightfully alluring garment.

It was certainly a hot day yet Mistress seemed calmly cool in her gown. I was so gobsmacked by the absolute grace and beauty she exhibited that I could not help rabbitting on and Maggie let me take a couple of pictures of the stunning vision. As I fawned a little more, she answered my nosey question and Maggie indicated that the dress was one of her own rubber creations from twenty or more years ago. Despite its surprising age, the dress was in perfect condition and looked like it could have been made last week.

The benefits of this attire just kept emerging. As I have already mentioned, Maggie wore shoes to complete her outfit and seating herself down comfortably on her throne she eased them off. Even that act was most captivating as she revealed her bare feet. My training has been quite strict; confine worship to footwear. Without the footwear as a guide, I hesitated until Mistress placed her naked feet on my face and told me to lick off the perspiration created by the heat of the day. I needed no second bidding and set about cleaning, licking, kissing and generally worshipping each foot in turn.

Mistress has delicate feet as I have previously found and today they were highlighted by the reddest nail paint you could imagine. I toyed with them, trying to get both toes in my mouth at the same time and failing, but I had a most glorious view up her legs, past her latex covered thighs and beautifully sculptured bosom and finally to her right regal and beautiful face, and here I was, nibbling her nakedness and having the time of my life.

My butt plug had not been forgotten and was very easily inserted, partly due to the copious lubrication and partly due to the fact I was already perspiring. However, climbing into my thin, black latex catsuit was a whole different matter and after three abortive attempts where I just got stuck, Maggie instructed me to remove the sweaty suit and try the thick black one which is slightly larger.

Naturally Mistress was right as always, and because of the extra looseness I eased my way inside without too much trouble, wrist and ankle zips were made secure and I was in. My ensemble was topped off with a comfy latex hood and once again I was covered in my favourite coating.

Surprisingly the catsuit stayed almost cool. I was comfortable inside my cocoon but sweat and the heat took another toll.

When Mistress attempted to fit the GP5 gas mask over my inner hood, the amount of sweat made it impossible, the water was trickling everywhere and consequently my hood had to come off so I could wear the gas mask successfully on its own. It actually worked out fine because Mistress instructed me to make sure it was in place as it was staying put for a while.

That was not the end of the hood though, Maggie assured me that I would be re-acquainted with the dirty dripping thing later.

As the session progressed I occasionally found my breathing being interrupted, largely due to Mistress mischievously placing her palm over my air source, but occasionally as I allowed the end of the tube to come in contact with the latex bed. On the first jerk to free the airway, Mistress checked what was the matter and in future told me to stop moving!

The ambience did start to get a little warmer. I was receiving regular doses of aroma while electrodes were applied to my cock and balls and checked to see if they were delivering the intended current. Mistress had fixed a steel loop round the whole lot, a double ring that she slid onto my cock, and to finish a steel corona was supported on my bell end with a condom. The electro box was switched on and off a few times during installation, but finally I received a steadier warming pulse. Combined with a steady stream of aromas and the unrestricted view of my beautiful owner I was also starting to get rather excited and rather hot in more ways than one.

The lights went out when Mistress covered my eyes with a blindfold and sat with me to read the next chapter of the story that we had started in an earlier session. The gentle sound of her sexy voice, the warmth that was being generated with her sitting on the bed next to me and the continued variations of the e-stim had me drifting inexorably towards orgasm. I love to get hot in my latex and you can see from the liquid that has leaked onto the latex bed sheet how warm we were both getting. You would think with a good thick latex suit that such leakage was impossible, but of course with a through crotch zip water does escape. Water water everywhere. . .

When the chapter was over and we had finished our little discussions on some of the story’s shenanigans, Maggie decided it was time for me to experience more latex and changed the gas mask for a rebreather hood and bag. The re-breather bag is another of Maggie’s own creations with a zip to allow for insertion of various items, and after a little 'standard' rebreathing which I was quite happy with, Maggie opened the zip, stuffed the sweaty dripping hood from earlier inside it and forced me to take deep breaths on the wet rubber scent.

If you are on Flickr there is some video of the story reading, but may not be available on all devices. - Part 1 HERE and Part 2 HERE

Later a pad laced with aroma was added to the smell bag. That did it, I was totally overwhelmed with the extra sensations, I tried to give a warning to Mistress Maggie that she was about to force me to ejaculate but she already knew it. Once again she was pleased that I had absolutely no control over any of my bodily functions and I do like to be in these situations with Mistress in total control.

I was privileged to be able to help Mistress clear up afterwards, it was only fair because I had made the most watery mess you could imagine. We laughed and relaxed and cleaned and washed and I love being allowed this privilege. Mistress was absolutely right in choosing to play indoors, she had made our session less physically demanding because of the sweltering weather. The excitement, the atmosphere and the cock and balls were all electric, and once again we finished with me knowing that I have found the perfect owner, Mistress and friend.

A Few More Steps . . .

Mistress Maggie had given no hint as to the content of the exciting and truly remarkable session I was about to experience. Perhaps Mistress was purposely creating tension for her slave, if so, her plan had worked. I was left pondering what might be in store and examining a few of the ‘off the cuff’ remarks I may have made to her, which often become reality thanks to Maggie’s remarkable insight into her slaves personality. One thing was absolutely certain though, after last time when I was a couple of minutes early and had accrued an additional 24 crop circles across my right buttock, I was going to be exactly on time.

I set my clock alarm to 14:29 and as I took the five minute walk towards The Chambers I thought of my Mistress whist repeatedly checking the time. With 20 seconds to go I pretended to be examining my phone, the sun was beating down as I dawdled along the pavement, sweltering in my new blue latex shirt that I’d been ordered to model for Mistress. Just as has happened before, no-one took any notice of this happy rubberised person, or even came close enough to detect the warm rubber smell exuding from my clothing. When my clock showed precisely 14:30 I rang the door bell.

Maggie invited me in to an eyeful of her beautiful bosom, tightly encased in semi-transparent latex. As always I immediately forget all my woes and the fact that I had been unable to serve my owner for four weeks. Then up the stairs to parade my new latex shirt for Mistress.

My butt plug had been deserted for a month, as I had  forgotten to take it home when I last visited The Chambers. Maggie soon took care of that by asking me to assume a suitable stance so me and my plug could be re-united. It was like we had never been apart, maybe a bit more lube than normal and Maggie took it easy by inserting it one bulge of the plug at a time. I definitely wasn't complaining about that, the red devil slid silently back into its resting place and I slipped not as silently into my red rubber catsuit and once again I was ready to serve as Maggie’s rubber slave.

‘Don’t neglect your worship slave. Show me how much you’ve missed me in your absence’. A remark that quickly had me on the floor, where, encouraged by her whip I attended to Mistress’ boots.

‘Thank you slave, and now for more worship and a reminder of your status’. Mistress leaned over the playroom horse and opened her crotch zip to expose her bottom, with a hard tug on a strap around my neck my tongue was parked between her bum cheeks and I was asked to proceed.

Sadly, my knees were becoming more wonky by the minute and I was unable to give Mistress the attention she deserved in the kneeling position, but that was no excuse. We finally settled on me sitting on the floor and Mistress straddling me, leaning forward; a perfect position for licking and cleaning that glorious little rosebud. My nose was nestled in the crack and I could make a point with my tongue and happily spend a lot of time licking and worshipping Maggie's perfect bottom.

The next association with Maggie's restricted area required far more self control on my part than cleaning and kissing her bottom. My head was eased into the toilet bowl hood and I knew what was expected of me. I was slid into position underneath the see-through toilet, where my hood was press-studded in place. Maggie chained my hands to my thighs and I was locked onto the toilet and the lid closed. It is a strange sensation being inside a toilet with the lid closed, anticipating the delights of what was about to be delivered yet helpless and blind as to what else might be going on in the Playroom.
  
I didn't have long to wait before Mistress raised the lid and the daylight came flooding in. Maggie sat down gently with her wonderful rear only centimetres from my eager mouth. I had learnt from our previous sessions that the most effective way of taking in the most nectar was by lining up the tip of my nose with her rosebud, that I had so eagerly cleaned a few moments before.

In that position, I was to open my mouth really wide and consume all the nectar that entered it. Mistress had been drinking heavily from the start of the session and there was a good stream that needed to be drunk. One other thing I have learned from day one of my training is absolutely no contact with Mistresses private parts - very difficult with them being in such close proximity. So with my gaping mouth open and regular swallows I worked on consuming every drop. I wasn't quite as accurate with my catching when Mistress tossed the contents of her drinking glass into her toilet. I did drink most of it but a few drops were spilt. Still it was only water and not the precious fluid.

Of course I had to be mopped up before I was allowed to enter the Clinic where Mistress fitted me with an all over hood with attached breathing mask. What a luxurious garment that hood was and such a fabulous fit. Mistress dangled a string of anal balls in front of my eyeholes saying that they were a new acquisition. In return I made a stupid quip about the mask and how it could be more airtight with clear plastic eyepieces. After a rummage, Mistress returned with a pair of tinted goggles insisting that I needed them strapped tightly over my eye holes. A stupid mistake on my part because I couldn’t clearly see the rest of the preparations any more, and I don’t think it had anything to do with the aromas that were being delivered, but from then on everything took on an eerie green tinge. Maggie was right with the goggles and they did restrict breathing exclusively through the anaesthetic mask. What was pumped in, was breathed in.

I may not have been able to see a lot but what I saw was definitely green, There were no such restrictions on my feelings although the aromas may have relaxed my anus somewhat and .I could feel the red plug being gently removed from my arse and that replacing them in my Southern passage was definitely the black string of balls. Maggie’s new balls were much larger than those I have experienced in the past and I don’t think there was much room left inside me by the time all four balls had been installed. All that was left was the little round ring on the outside for their safe retrieval.

Now I was stuffed at one opening I was being prepared for a catheter at another. Mistress increased my sedation with her medicinal aromas, pumping on her bulb made her aromas enter my anaesthesia mask providing an instant heady rush and feeling of relaxation. Mistress seemed to be getting a lot pleasure from cleaning my cock end with methylated spirit, very clean and correct I know, but I wasn't convinced that surgical cleaning was required deep inside my pee hole until Mistress offered the perfect explanation, ‘It’s because I like being a cruel nurse’.

A syringe of de-sensitising lubrication found its way inside my pipe, not the whole syringe of course just its contents, and that was that for five minutes as the invasive liquid worked its way deep into my plumbing. Those five minutes were wonderful from my point of view. Mistress busied herself with keeping the clinic clean and tidy, a few more applications of aromas, but most importantly for this slave, securely belted to the couch, was the most gentlest of strokes to my head. This time through the green haze I caught a glimpse of my beautiful nurse as she came to check ‘are you alright slave?’

It was an absolute text book insertion of a catheter. No force, completely sterile and no irritation whatsoever. Mistress has become more expert with each deployment. I am delighted to have been her willing patient almost from the start, when she first performed a catheter op, and each subsequent catheterisation has just got better and better.

Ah! -  now I realised where Mistress was going. I had idly mentioned in the past that it would be a real buzz to be taken out for a walk in a latex suit, plugged and with a catheter deployed. I thought this was a pipe dream but Mistress specialises in making dreams come true for her slaves.

The next stage today covered those few more steps towards that dream becoming a reality. Maggie attached a catheter bag to my leg, released my straps and sat me up so I could reorient myself. A few minutes later I was sent off to the bathroom to replenish her glass. . . three times. I was able to walk with the bag strapped to my leg and what was really jaw dropping was Mistress mentioning that the bag could be carried on the outside so long as it was disguised. That thought nearly sent me to an embarrassing melt down there and then. The thought of going out in my catsuit with Mistress, even if it was covered by 'normal' clothing, knowing that under that normality I was plugged and plumbed in, with no control of one of my bodily functions. Everything just quietly draining into a disguised bag.

Satisfied with her trials Maggie now needed to dispose of her recycled nectar. Quite a lot had filtered through my system by now and had collected in the bag. Maggie had only ever had one intention for the twice brewed nectar, I was to re-ingest that as well.

Consuming my own pee was never an issue as Maggie removed the anaesthetic hood and replaced it with one of her own designs in a semi transparent latex. The tube through the small mouth hole terminated in a plastic mouthpiece. A most effective way of regulating the flow of whatever was directed down the pipe. Simple yet incredibly effective and controllable.

I had hoped that I would get a dessert of another transfusion of Maggie's nectar judging by the amount of water she'd consumed since the first flush. No. Mistress needed to dispose of the bagful strapped to my leg first and hooked me up to my own bag of piss. No way as tasty as the fresh vintage, but I did set about eagerly consuming my own pee because that is exactly what Mistress wanted. It was remarkably easy to drink through the new arrangement and in no time at all there was no visible pee left in her fetish clinic.

As I said, this could be the precursor to an absolutely mind blowing experience, where, if Maggie considers I have earned the privilege, I am allowed to accompany Mistress Maggie for a short trip into the wide world, rubbered, plugged and piss controlled. What an amazing thought knowing that what appears to be a relatively normal couple is a rubber pervert under the complete and absolute control of his very beautiful Mistress. Watch this space (I hope).

Dear Blog, My Bum Hurts!

January was such a benign, some may say surreal start to the New Year, what with all the heavy rubber and the huge dose of DFP that I’d had, so it came as somewhat of a reality check when February's first session arrived.

As you probably guess if you have been following my training schedule with Mistress Maggie, I am not yet capable of maintaining the high standards expected from one of Mistresses slaves and one consequence of these lapses is remonstration and retribution for my wrongdoings, another consequence is that we must continue my training in order to strive for the perfection expected from my Mistress.

However, before the reckoning, normal training had to be accommodated by fitting my butt plug and performing the obligatory worship of Mistresses footwear. A good entry method for the butt plug was achieved as Maggie had me kneel down, forehead on floor and then sat on my back so she could lube and insert the plug in a relaxed manner. Then on with my ordeal, it certainly was an ordeal to start with but as our session progressed I found myself with the brightest smile possible.

Maggie said I was not allowed any rubber until I had recognised and been reprimanded for my mistakes. Three infringements were to be counted before the slate could once more be wiped clean. Coming up with a mad idea for Mistresses website; forgetting my slave collar after our last DFP session; and probably the worst indiscretion, I got the dates mixed up for Mistresses birthday and sent her husband John the Happy Birthday message, what an absolute numpty!

Ode to Mistress Maggie

(With no apologies to Don Maclean but if you wish to sing along to the tune of  'American Pie' feel free. I certainly was singing!)


But February made me shiver

  with every blow Maggie did deliver

Bad news on the flogging horse
  I couldn't take one more step of course.



I can remember that I cried

  when I felt the cane on my backside

Something touched me deep inside

  the day my buttocks fried.


With the different infringements, Maggie thought different methods of reparation would be appropriate and if a slave forgets to pick up his slave collar then of course his hands deserve a good slapping. Mistress refused to return my collar until she had demonstrated how unimpressed she was that I’d forgotten it and punishment started with a hand tawsing; 3 strokes to each hand with the two fingered tawse. I have not had any kind of hand slapping since I was at school and this punishment really hurt, yet my training obviously kicked in as I obediently stood there after the first instruction to hold my hands out flat, one palm on top of the other and to reverse the hands after each blow. My hands really began to sting yet I had no doubt they would be in place for the next blow, just as Mistress had decreed. At least I got my collar returned from behind the curtain, I felt a lot better being reunited with it, but I had to buckle it on with my red raw chastised hands.

I was then introduced to Maggie’s new flogging horse. Oh the joys of such an introduction and perhaps I shouldn’t have mentioned it in the DFP blog! For the most serious crime of mixing up birthdays I would be going over that very same horse, I received a hand spanking followed by a paddling with a short leather strap which had the word ‘pig’ emblazoned along it. After a short interlude Maggie continued my warm up with a beating from her double leather strap before using her cane to land six of the best on my now throbbing ass.

As it happened the long cane that Maggie intended to use proved too long for the space available, my fault for poor positioning of the flogging horse, and because of the restricted arc it made wonky marks that were not to her liking, so Maggie started again with a shorter crooked model and I got six straighter cuts as well. OUCH!

Maggie must have thought I was suitably contrite and I finally got to wear my red latex catsuit, but she had not forgotten my crazy suggestion of publishing the story from my DFP session on her website. My mentioning this had irritated Maggie as she has much better things to do with her valuable time, like seriously redesigning her site in order to comply with the pending UK porn laws. I was going to have my mouth washed out in the slave toilet for speaking such foolish words.

It is really quite eerie in the box with the toilet lid down. You get a glow through the tight latex but nothing else. A slave is very vulnerable in that position and before I knew it the lid was lifted, I was re-introduced to the view of Maggie’s very well proportioned and most beautiful derrière as it descended over me and delivered the most welcome ‘punishment’ you could imagine. It turned out this wasn’t the real punishment for pissing Maggie off.

After I had received her offerings and the soaked latex hood had been removed I was led to the bathroom to have my hair rinsed. Bent over the bath I received a wonderfully warm hair wash and then . . . the bloody shower was turned to freezing cold. Maggie laughed as my oohs and aah’s turned to OOHS and AARGS!

When I was marched back from the bathroom, instead of turning left back to the Playroom, Mistress turned right into the Clinic. At least I wasn’t scheduled for more cane, well not in the Clinic anyway. Instead Maggie decided it was time for a spot of dentistry, to check out my mouth for clues as to why I talk so much rubbish. The rubber smell from the anaesthetic mask she placed over my nose soon turned into wafts of aroma, that had me laying back quite relaxed and ready for my dental examination from Maggie the rubber Nurse.

Of course, as with all operations and examinations in the White Room, the environment is scrupulously clean and I received a rubber gown to make sure my working suit was out of the way.

A Jennings gag was fully deployed allowing Mistress to dive in and have a real root around with her dental instruments, keeping my tongue under control with her wooden spatula. Once satisfied that my teeth were my own and not likely to pop out during the operation, Maggie momentarily went out of vision saying she was off to mix some amalgam. Another dose of anaesthesia and Maggie started working the preparation she had just mixed into my teeth and gums. It turned out the amalgam was actually a strong tasting pasty peppermint type of mixture. Anyway, Maggie thoroughly worked the paste into each quadrant of my mouth and I must admit that despite the thorough cleaning I always give them before seeing my Mistress, my teeth felt sparklingly clean and fresh.

When the gag was removed, I was manoeuvred into an almost bolt upright position and encouraged to thoroughly rinse my mouth out with depressingly plain tap water, I had hoped for Maggie’s glorious champagne but had to suffice with the simple plain stuff. Maggie amused herself by inserting cotton pads behind top and bottom cheeks, probably to prevent any more of the ‘tongue in cheek’ comments that have a tendency to land her slave in trouble. She burst out laughing as I said ‘ffank yuuu’, sounding and looking a lot like Marlon Brando. It was nice to hear the natural laugh from my Mistress.

After all the investigative work was complete, Mistress used her optical mirror for a final look round; molars ok, incisors ok, all wadding removed, you are good to go until your next examination. Maggie, however hadn’t finished her investigating, my gown was lifted and she started concentrating on the other end. No teeth down there although my cock and balls have received the bites of clamps and clips on other occasions, for now though it was a seductive lube and tease. After a goodly dollop of lube, Mistress massaged it in methodically around my cock and balls until I had a rod like the proverbial ‘greasy pole’. Standing back with a very provocative wink and smile Maggie glided the excess lube across her beautiful bust, superb stomach and all around her breathtaking buttocks. It was fascinating to watch as her latex uniform took on that sheen of a high gloss liquid. I now knew how it was possible to achieve such a high gloss sheen.

However, achieving such a shine has major detrimental effects on the slide-ability of latex. By now Mistress had released my right hand and I reached out to stroke her super shiny bottom, an activity we both enjoy, and to my disappointment and surprise my latex glove just stuck to her lubed up dress, not literally stuck but I just couldn’t get that gentle, sliding caress that I try and achieve. I wonder if it would have been slippier with an application of lube to my glove? It is definitely strange that dry latex does not slide on water based lubrication. You learn something every day and despite the fact it made Mistress Maggie look super shiny, I think I prefer the more tactile and sensuous movement of dry glove on a lube-free derrière. Now that is something to suffer the punishment horse for.

The Twelve Ways of Mistress

🎄 Mistress Invites you to her Pantomime of Pervery 🎄

for adults only

Expect laughter, music, spectacle and lots of personal participation during this fun filled festive feast of a show.

Relive the adventures of Mistresses slave in training as she takes this traditional Christmas tune and distorts it almost beyond recognition. 

⬳⟿

The above extract from my calling mail gave me the distinct impression that Mistress Maggie was in festive mood and that I would be taking part in some Christmas entertainment. I arrived outside the Chambers with a spring in my step, a smile on my face, a bottle in hand for my Mistress and her husband, and ready for anything. Oh! I forgot, I was also carrying my perv bag complete with my red catsuit, black accessories and freshly polished black Wellington boots - just as instructed. I had a strong suspicion that once again I was to become a Christmas Santa Claus for my Owners amusement.

Mistresses thrill seeking show began as soon as I knelt at her feet to lick and worship her boots. There I was, innocently licking her red thigh high boots, up and down, long and slow and over her knee towards her glorious leather covered thighs, when I think I caught a glimpse of a naked Mistress underneath her latex skating skirt. Actually I wasn’t mistaken, but I know the rules and knew my job and so continued to concentrate on the cleaning rather than stare at my beautiful Mistress. It can be a hard and risky job being Mistress’ boot cleaner!

As expected I was soon inserted into the red catsuit and looking like Santa. Well, kind of like Santa, only I had to wear a gas mask instead of a sack. Maggie announced that her session plans would be presented to the tune of a well known carol, then retrieving her hymn sheet and singing to the tune of ‘Twelve Days of Christmas’ she outlined the session. I was asked to confirm understanding and acceptance of the actions in each of the verses, which was easy of course, as I have solemnly promised to willingly do whatever Mistress asks (or sings), immediately and without question. Mistress picked up her iPod and selected some easy music to get started . . .

And so to the Christmas Party.

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas my Mistress Planned for me:

12
Bouts of Spanking
OTK, in the lap of my Mistress. Who could ask for anything more? Plimsolls, slippers, paddles, hand slaps and hairbrushes all left their own rosy glow.





11
Pounds of Ball Weights Dangling
That is a lot of excess weight for a slave to carry between his legs but I suppose Santa should know how to handle big loads. Once acclimatised to the weight, I was led off to tour the Chambers with weight dangling merrily below. Back in the Playroom, Mistress partook in a glass of water.




10

Minutes of Dancing
With the music turned up I was swinging my ass and gas mask hose to a raunchy Madonna song. There is only one person who oozes more raw eroticism than Madge and I am owned by her. Oh yes, and Mistress took a sip of water.






9
Tails a Flogging
Amazing how tight my red catsuit can be across the buttocks when I am sticking my arse out further, inviting my Mistress to enjoy herself more with her cat o’ nine tails. After the whip, Mistress took another sip.






8
Electrodes Pulsing
Cleverly placed around my groin and stomach to produce really unusual and frustrating ripple sensations. Nothing I can do when my hands are tied up and Mistress is busy drinking more water.






7
Crooked Cane Strokes
I counted eight. Maggie said the extra one was deserved because I wriggled. No wonder I wriggled with a senior crooked cane playing on an already warmed up landscape. Mistress kept me over the whipping horse and drank a full glass of water.






6
Inch of her Strap-On
Hehe! and a vibrating one as well. Mistress must have been parched and had another sip of her water.






5
More Anal Toys
Taking advantage of my widened opening I was invaded and pumped up with an inflatable dildo. Quickly followed by the manhandler, most of a gloved hand, the powerful vibes of the Hitachi wand, finishing with the steel anal hook that Mistress so kindly attached to the overhead gantry. With me nicely hitched up out of the way Mistress began drinking, again!






4

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Horse Rides Round the Room
Not my finest event. The wonky knees restricted the horsing around to a walk round the track. Even then I fell at the start of the third furlong. Horse riding was never my strong point and I think I disappointed my Mistress. What’s that phrase? - you can lead a horse to water but Mistress drinks it all up?






3
Suffocation Bags
My Santa decorated head was captured inside three poly bags for some very noisy plastic breath control. The only thing wrong with three bags together, apart from not being able to breathe of course, was not being able to feel the Christmas kiss that Mistress gave me through the three layers. I could only watch her luscious warm lips as they approached, whilst gasping hard and dreaming of their touch. I envied Mistresses water glass as she took a few more sips.






2
Kicks up the Bum
I received quite a few more than two kicks up the rear, the important thing was that Maggie did seem to be enjoying it. ‘I didn’t put the boots on for nothing slave’. Perhaps she had a bad experience with Santa when she was younger? Or more likely she just fancied kicking the crap out of a very willing slaves backside. Anyway, who’s counting?




and



A Belly Full of Maggie’s Fine Pee
After all that water intake, quite a lot had to flow out. I was really fortunate that Maggie allowed me to be one of the first users of her new toilet box; a stunning piece of equipment. With my head nestled inside the latex toilet pan one thirst quenching stream of very fresh, warm, mulled Maggie wine was eagerly consumed by her slave. Oops! I did manage to get a little drop of wine on the beard, but hopefully I think I got away with it!

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Today I was really privileged to be part of a well planned and well executed celebration of 133 previous sessions with my Mistress. The amount that she managed to seamlessly cram into the time available was amazing. The Christmassy session contained many of my 'favourites’, some of my owners favourites I hope, plus some new experiences like the new toilet and the 11lb ball weight. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

This blog is the 100th I have published about my slave escapades, and without the help of my owner, Mistress and friend I would not have been able to enjoy life as I do now. I will also thank Maggie's husband John for being patient, because I know I am demanding of Maggie's time, and finally;

I would like to wish everyone who has read my blogs a very Merry Christmas and a happy 2018. I hope you have been able to have as happy a 2017 as Mistress Maggie has provided for me.

My Dilemma

It was Monday, my nose was streaming like a tap and I really felt worse for wear. If I felt like this on Friday I knew I may have to disappoint my owner by missing my scheduled appointment. What to do? Cancel and miss out on a much needed fix of pervery and probably piss off Mistress, but if I did do that it may enable Mistress Maggie to rebook one of her other slaves. Or should I fight the cold and keep my appointment. I was determined to see my owner and it was only a cold after all. I can shake it off. I must shake it off.

By Thursday when the calling mail arrived, I knew I had made the right decision. I was in much need of some training time and I needed to see and serve my Mistress; what I didn’t need was letting her down or worse still, giving her my cold. The details of what Maggie intended for me in the session were unusually scant, giving me nothing to muse over, so I just fantasised in general about Maggie. When I arrived Mistress greeted me at the door wearing undergarments that were about as scanty as her calling mail; a vision in tight, pink trimmed latex. Following Mistress up the stairs in her high heels and little latex shorts, I had that familiar temptation to accidentally bury my nose into those wonderful bottom cheeks. But I know that unless I am invited, it’s not my place to stick my nose where it shouldn’t be and quickly regathered my thoughts and stepped back into line.

Once in the Playroom it seemed a good time to tell Maggie about my earlier cold and how I hoped to be able to achieve anything and everything asked of me despite being probably only 85% recovered.

The session commenced with an enjoyable period of shoe worship, under Maggie’s instruction I was to concentrate on cleaning the uppers of her shoes only, and that there would be plenty of time to attend to her fine heels later. In the meantime I would once again be transformed into my owners private rubber slave and was ordered into my full heavyweight catsuit, socks and gloves. Standing fully rubberised awaiting my orders I could see Mistress arranging a plastic bag, a sign that I would likely be having some breath training today. I did not have to wait too long for an intense bagging, Mistress had me kneel between her gorgeous thighs and watched as I slowly used up the air and finally had to beg for her to relax her grip on my breathing. All the while I was gazing at my owner through the plastic and wondering if this was the last heavenly vision I would see. Ah, some angel!.

Moving to the White Room I was to lay on the couch, putting my backside in a most convenient position for Maggie to unzip me and stuff my red butt plug friend inside me, she then began fastening the PVC straps that would keep me secured during my treatments. No problems with my butt plugs entry, but I did receive problems from Maggie’s shoe as she appeared to delight in using the protruding red end of my dildo for target practice. She must have been a footballer in the past because each kick was unerringly accurate and quite firm!. Right on target on the red end and I think she scored with every kick. It is a good job there is a sizeable flange on the plug otherwise it could have ended up somewhere behind my rib-cage.

Mistress had plans for further breathtaking fun for her slave, a modified gas mask suitable for rebreathing was the order of the day, and once fitted snugly, the aroma pumping hose was screwed on the front. New aromas this week, supposed to be more mellow if the label is anything to go by! I’m not sure, but I think I prefer the one I was allowed last time.

There was no mention from Maggie as to what operations she was about to do, but what happened next and confirmed by the photos, was something I have dreamed about for some time. With all the rubbery noises and ball tightening that was going on down below I sensed that my owner was attempting to recreate a picture I had favoured on Flickr, whereby a gentleman had his cock and balls tightly enclosed in thin, tight black latex. It was strangely haunting imagining my cock and balls in a similar condition, a thought that I believed could only be a dream, never to be fulfilled.

Well, never underestimate the power, creativity and ingenuity of my first class Mistress. She has the ability to make a lot of dreams come true and this dream was now being made into reality. Turning my genitals into a black rubber bundle took Maggie quite a while, much adjustment needed, use of plan B and even plan C, some very tender and occasional rough handling of my cock and balls and ingenious use of her black stockings, until she was finally pleased with her creation. Maggie still hadn’t given any indication of how she had adorned her property, but I just knew. I could definitely feel the interesting pressure her handiwork had provided and couldn’t wait for the pictures.

Mistress put on a pair of latex opera gloves and came to check me out, to see if I was OK with the gas mask. Oh yes, and quite a few squirts of the aroma bulb had me chilled out and relaxed, which was quite fortunate as Mistress wanted to broaden other horizons and whispered in that incredibly sexy voice that is generally the precursor to some hard work on my part, that she was going to attempt to insert a whole hand up my backside.

The aromas had worked well and my sphincter felt ready to accommodate Mistresses hand. The chair was adjusted to the right height to suit her arm movements, then with lots of lubrication and a thorough, penetrating, and rather pleasant anal massage Maggie was keen to get started with her slaves first real fisting attempt.

She gently and firmly rotated her fist, pushing a bit more and topping up the lube I could feel my hole stretching, her fingers were easily sliding in and out . . . in and out . . .  but she couldn’t manage to get her thumb knuckle past my sphincter. Maggie did not force the issue, rather, she patted my strapped stomach and said, ‘well done slave’.

Never mind, I had a big asshole by now and just by chance Maggie had a massive manhandler, a dildo with operating handle, that offered no resistance and slipped in easily. Once more the depth and stimulation was such that I couldn’t tell if I wanted to pee or spurt. Maggie made good use of the huge invader and I must admit to liking the sensations quite a bit!

To complete my anal exercises and fill the space that had been made available by the manhandler and attempted fisting, a string of anal beads was inserted. They popped in easily as well and all that was left protruding was the ring pull to aid extraction. They are very comfortable to wear and could easily have been left up there without any discomfort or anyone knowing, although the smile they put on your face might act as a giveaway.

The rebreathe gas mask I had been wearing was now used for its true intended purpose. Mistress explained that my rebreathing ability was to be advanced and she would be keeping a check on the clock, the hose was removed and a 6L rebreathe bag screwed on in its place. ‘Last time slave you managed 1 minute, today we will try for 1:15.’  Well, 1:15 came and I was feeling fine and when asked ‘do you want to go on?’ I nodded and grunted. So on we went, rebreathing my own air; 1:30, 1:45, grunt and yes, until we passed 2 minutes and Maggie called a halt with another ‘well done slave’.


I was rewarded for my rebreathing improvement and Maggie opened the zip on the re-breather bag and popped some aroma inside it. I was then given permission to caress her wonderful latex clad bottom, a pleasure made even more mesmerising with the medicinal properties of the aromas.

With the hydraulic gynae couch lowered so I could step off safely, we moved gently and carefully back to the Playroom for more of Maggie’s planned activities. Possibly the combination of standing up, aromas and the fact that I was less than 100% fit had me totally knackered, and I mean mind numbingly debilitated. Mistress was concerned, as she always is for her playthings, the mask was removed, followed by all of the rubber cock and ball ornamentation and I was told to lay down to recover. It is amazing how much energy is sapped trying to please your Mistress, but I think the main contributor to my coming to a halt was my lack of fitness. I still think I made the right choice to attend rather than rearrange my appointment yet still needed to apologise to my owner for having let her down.

After a grateful swig of water, recovery was swift and I was able to resume worshipping my Mistresses footwear. She lay down on the low bench and raised up one of her gorgeous and incredibly shapely legs to my very eager mouth. ‘I would like stylised worship of my heels today slave. Lick them just like a pussycat would’. I never tried to lick like a cat before, so I just moderated my usual long slow licks a little, moving along the high heels and curling my tongue up at the end of each stroke, first one foot then the other, then both heels were presented together. Maggie was smiling at me and it was a hard task to avoid staring at her very tight lingerie that was only a couple of feet away from her slaves catlike mouth. That was a lovely end to the session and I may have mentioned this before, but I do think Mistress Maggie has the most beautiful pair of legs a slave could wish for. Don’t you agree?

My dilemma had been resolved. I would have liked to be 100% fit for my owner but I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to serve for any reason, if I could possibly avoid it.