Nettling Nipples

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Return of the Jolly Green Giant

Jolly Green giant or even The Hulk sounds like a sci-fi thriller; maybe not Sci-Fi, definitely NOT fiction, but I definitely ended up looking very green in a thriller session today in the caring hands of Mistress Maggie.

I had given Mistress a few clues about the kind of session I’d like, so had a fair idea what part of the session may entail, provided of course that Mistress doesn't decide to delay the suggestion to another day to keep her slave guessing about what goes where etc. If that did happen I know Maggie will be
returning to the scenario in a future session. Well she didn't delay and I was subjected to a tape mummification as the second part of the session, and I will return to my rather exciting event shortly.

What I didn’t anticipate were the contents of the first half of my training. I arrived at the Chambers relaxed and was delighted to see Maggie in simple attire of tight fitting black latex body suit, tights and the new shiny black boots that give a smooth feeling on their lickers’ tongue. I had taken delivery of a pair of new latex socks and after having struggled for 5 minutes that morning to fit them at home, I decided to arrive at the Chambers wearing the socks under my vanilla outerwear, it saved 5 valuable minutes of session time. I know Maggie doesn't appreciate me arriving in latex undergarments as they have the tendency to create sweaty areas that make donning my latex suit more difficult, including sweaty bollocks which are not appropriate to start a session with, but I didn’t think socks would be much of a problem.

Having gleefully undertaken my boot worship, encouraged by the occasional thwack from Mistresses blue crop, I was reunited with my trusty red butt which had not been used for quite a number of visits. A good dollop of lube massaged in and around my anus had the plug easily sliding home; probably one of the easiest insertions I have experienced, and it does indicate that the hard graft put in by Mistress to widen my back passage is actually paying dividends. 

Then on to my dressing. I had learned to be far more careful when placing my heavy latex catsuit in the correct position to facilitate easy leg entry and it worked a treat. Last time in the hot weather I had made the mistake of getting the legs out of alignment and it was a hell of a struggle, and even when on it wasn't on comfortably. Not this time, zips to the sides, a good dusting of talc and the suit was once more fitting like the proverbial glove, sealing in my red friend perfectly.

It didn't take long for Mistress to decide that I would be better restrained in the leather harness. I am delighted to say that my training has been so good that I can now be very helpful climbing into the harness, at this rate of progress it won’t be long before Mistress can just issue the instruction ' Harness slave' and I will be able to contort myself into it all on my own. I doubt I will be able to tighten the straps, but Maggie likes to make sure they are evenly spaced, neat and TIGHT!.

And now I was introduced to the first, very exciting part of my session. I was to be allowed to try out the new inflatable hood that I had seen on Mistresses Twitter feed. I find it a real honour that Mistress allows me the privilege of being one of the first to try out what looked to be a truly remarkable helmet. It wasn't just stick it on and pump it up. Maggie, as always had planned the scenario to best test the capabilities of the new hood. To start off this adventure, I was instructed to retrieve the Throne and place it centrally for yours truly to occupy. Simple restraints in the form of six black ropes at top of arms, wrists and ankles, tethered me and my harness on to the Throne.  

Mistress then outlined how the hood would be deployed, with no eye holes, single anaesthetic mouth piece and my personal white viral filter that I always carry in my perv bag completing the mechanics. Without further ado the hood was eased over and zipped. Initially it was totally dark inside, but as the hood was inflated I was just able to see through the small opening in the mask and occasionally could even catch the briefest glimpse of a boot, or an ankle as Maggie moved in and out of my very limited field of view. 

Pump, pump, pump. 'Are you OK slave?' Yes! and then more pump, pump, pumping. By this time the pressure was building but it was ever so comfortable. Mistress appeared to derive fun from playing my balloon head like bongos and it is a very strange sound. Boing, boing, boing went the balloon! To keep me an honest slave, Mistress would regularly attach the 3ltr rebreather bag and aromas pump hose. I could manage 4 or 5 minutes rebreathing and then asked for relief which fortunately Maggie granted. After a couple of minutes recovery time the rebreather was reapplied and the 5 minutes started all over again. Pump for aromas, pump pump for a bit more in the hood and I was in heaven. Strangely, due to the translucent nature of the filter I was never completely in the dark, although I could not glimpse outwards and just had the feint white glow for company. 

This was a completely unexpected start, but then Maggie always is capable of pulling something special out of the hat. For those interested, Mistress posted a short video on her Twitter feed and a copy of the same clip is now ready for you to view at the foot of this blog. Though I say so myself it is one of the most highly charged and erotic videos I have viewed recently.

After a considerable test window I was unfortunately deflated and Maggie debriefed me as to how it felt using the inflatable hood. I honestly said I could manage a couple of hours at least providing the rebreather was removed at regular intervals. We shall see if Mistress will commit 2 hours of my training to being so deliciously enclosed and pumped on a future occasion.

Hood removed, slave untied, The Throne returned to its corner location and we moved on to my mummification. I helped set up the plank under the overhead and stood next to it while Mistress loosely applied black pallet wrap to my upper torso. In our preliminary e-mail discussions in a flash of 'brilliance!' I rashly suggested using a neck collar to allow a smoother, tighter taping around the neck. I have frequently seen videos where neck taping had to be left loose enough to allow the subject to breath; quite essential I might add, but we wanted to see if we could surmount the need for loose binding.

To be brief, Maggie used a snug foam neck brace as a foundation which did work, and she didn’t have to worry about the neck tape being too tight. I had also floated the idea of some form of aroma delivery AND to top it all suggested that some form of drink intake would allow for a well hydrated mummy to survive for a long incarceration. Sometimes I think I am a glutton for punishment. Not really, Mistress knows I will try my hardest to please her as well as enjoying all that was about to happen.

Fully filmed and lying on the plank now, the taping proceeded like a well oiled machine. Upper torso taped, neck taped, legs suspended from overhead to facilitate their taping and then the final touches that had started my juices flowing. My head was clingfilmed and taped exactly as I had seen in a photo link I had sent to Mistress. I was already wearing the nasal cannula that Maggie's husband, John has designed and produced, so airflow and aromas delivery were not a problem, and I willingly accepted the rubber tube into my mouth for fluid intake. All were safely taped in place and the final piece of tape was about to remove my vision. The last thing I saw was the wonderful face of my Mistress as the piece was positioned across my eyes and I was plunged into relative darkness, just as I had imagined from the photo. Mistress had come up trumps. Every element of my fantasy had been achieved, in fact surpassed. I ended up a big green mummy. I wonder if the Pharaohs had so much fun with their mummification? Probably not, as my Mistress is meticulous about keeping her slave alive to recount the experience.

Mistress thought it would be a novel touch to keep my hands free. Having seen these images I definitely concur, I love the contrast between the black latex gloved hands and the vivid green of the gaffer tape. It also offered the added benefit of allowing me to flex my fingers should any form of pins and needles set in. The effect of the neck corset is highlighted here; the neck is much thicker than you would associate with a 'normal' taping and the result was the most rigid head restraint I have encountered. Taped to the bench, I couldn't move my head even 1mm.

The feeding tube and breathing tubes are evident in the image and the only regret was that the welcome liquid refreshment was simple cool water. It was easy to suck up and consume from a glass on the side table, but it did lack a little something... warm liquid… tasty liquid…  ah yes, essence of Mistress pee was missing from the experience!

Just when I thought life had reached the pinnacle of enjoyment, I could feel Maggie first patting my groin area to locate the lie of the land, then the rasp of her safety scissors as she cut a square opening in the otherwise pristine pea green frontage.

It comes as no surprise that presented with my released cock and balls, Maggie would enjoy herself by applying a couple of heavy duty electrodes, some heavy duty e-stim and a heavy duty and long sound down the urethral hole that was presented unprotected for her enjoyment. Mistress declared afterwards that she had hoped for quite a bit more 'enjoyment' from both her captured cock and slave, but time had flown by with the inflatable hood and incarceration being enjoyed for a considerable time!

One final amusing incident occurred after all the tape had been carefully cut off and my rubber suit removed. As I sat on the plank for a moment to recover my composure, the bloody butt plug which has a concave base acted like a sucker and stuck to the plank. As I stood up it remained attached to the plank and plopped easily out of my backside and there it remained swaying slightly. Obviously it is starting to get a little loose!

Mistress had worked incredibly hard during the session and I was delighted when she accepted my offer to do a bit of tidying up, remove plank legs, return plank to its home on the landing etc. I asked for this session and I have no regrets, although I think Mistress Maggie may need an extra roll of tape as I am not the smallest of slaves and 100m of tape only just covered me. As a final observation, the tape does not cut out all light and once my eyes were taped over I was left in a surreal green haze which was another bizarre touch that I appreciated.

Thank you Mistress for allowing me to have one of my fantasies realised and another wonderful experience.

Be Careful What you Wish for

I trust Mistress Maggie with my life. She can do anything she wishes and I know I will emerge a better slave, so why when she assured me that the double bulb silicone enema tube and the urinary catheter would retain all the fluids did I still worry about explosive discharges during the session? I suppose the answer lies somewhere deep in the bowels of your anatomy but I will develop that thought at a more relevant time in the blog.

It was a warm day and I was disappointed that the predicted thundery outbreaks had not materialised, otherwise I would have arrived at The Chambers in my rather nice rubber trench coat that I had in the car. The thunder didn’t happen so I put on my boring jacket as I sauntered from the car, just in case. I was greeted by Mistress in a very appropriate, lighter weight latex apron and waist cincher, and as we climbed to The Playroom I got the faintest glimpse of the tiny black latex briefs over her transparent tights, which shined through the holes of her black fishnet stockings. 

Maggie was also wearing white boots, and my first task after donning socks and gloves was to remove her boots. This is a part of my training that can be repeated as many times as Mistress wishes, and although I say so myself, I think I perform a very passable role as Mistresses boot remover. The secret is to be very gentle with all actions and to keep Mistresses foot in line with the shape of the boot, gently ease down the side zipper and supporting Maggie's foot ease the boot forward and arc upwards from the heel. Once Maggie has that confidence in her slave the boot slides off every so smoothly.

However, it did leave me with a dilemma. Now, with no footwear, what exactly was I to pay homage to? Already solved as Maggie said I was to lick and kiss every hole in the fishnet stockings. Now that was a surprise, as the stockings being stockings went all the way up to mid thigh. Not wasting this opportunity I approached every inch, I also was able to re-adjust the seams at the feet of the stockings much to Maggie's relief. I never did get to pay homage to the white boots but the alternative was a real delight and thanks to Maggie for that surprise.

We spent a short while discussing the new urethral stretchers that I had obtained from the web and brought with me at Maggie's request. Quite nice stretchers although I have only been able to manage a couple of sessions at home with the smaller ones. I had bought four in all in varying size, but it just didn't feel right to be sat at home enjoying the stretching on my own. I felt like I was somehow disrespecting Maggie's ownership of those parts, however with approval I will continue, as I know Mistress would like to have the option to insert larger sounds.  

Moving on, I was quickly into my plum latex catsuit, which in the past seems to have coincided with suspension bondage, but today I was advised that Mistress would be fulfilling my request for session content. A swift insertion of my head into that comfortable white latex hood and we were off to The Clinic. First an 'older' posture collar was applied along with a gag to shut me up. It may have been older but it certainly remained effective at maintaining my posture. Then a catheter. Mistress has become so expert in this area that apart from the 5 minute wait for the urethral anaesthetic to take effect, the whole process took only a few moments.

Maggie, in Maggie's mischievous way decided that it would be a shame to just dispense with the needle she had just used, and it would provide far better value if it was stuck in one of my nipples! Along with three others I ended up with two needles in each nipple and hardly a wince from me. 

Next to the meat of my request. Maggie showed me the bardex style inflatable butt plug she intended to fill my bum with, then like the catheter, that also slipped in very easily and was substantially inflated. It did feel snug and yes it felt really secure as the first of the 2 litres of warm soapy solution were drained inside. At this point, I have to admit to starting to worry about the explosive discharge I mentioned earlier and when Maggie said the catheter would remain sealed... well, you can imaging the discomfort when Maggie opened a bag of saline and set up a drip to fill up my bladder with the fluid.

With everything looking good, sealed in or dripping as appropriate, Maggie eagerly extracted her electric kit from The Clinic cupboard. At this point I started to lose the plot. I really did have visions of the e-stim forcing me to lose all sphincter control, forcing out the Bardex and redecorating the pristine Clinic in substances that should not be present in a sterile environment! Despite reassurances from Maggie that there were no signs of leakage, quite frankly, I lost it and was almost crying for Maggie to let me go to the toilet.

I have constantly said Mistress can be severe but she does have the interests of her slave at heart. Realising I was genuinely in distress she put a stop to her ongoing procedures, and as quickly as she could safely manage had me de-gagged, unstrapped from the couch and the posture collar removed. That was a mini disaster as one of the older plastic straps broke at one of the holes. I did immediately offer to provide a replacement but those of you who follow Maggie's Twitter feed will know that minor issues like this are not a problem to my inventive and resourceful Mistress. Within a few days she’d reported that the collar had been given a new lease of life with new leather straps.

What a stinky mess I managed to create in the presence of my owner. As I sat on the loo, emptying myself for ages, I was really embarrassed that in my hurried dash I had produced so much foul fluids in and about the bathroom's toilet bowl. However, resourceful as ever, after I had cleaned up most of the mess, Mistress used her shower attachment to dislodge any remnants in cracks and crevices (bathroom not mine!) and I ended up far less embarrassed.

Well, I only had myself to blame. I had initiated all the problems and embarrassment I had got myself into today, when in a mad moment, on a day where I seemed to be doing a lot of peeing I had written to Maggie suggesting a clinic scenario that involved a lot of water ...it may be fun to be rubbered then catheterised, then filled with lots and LOTS of fluid (your choice), then exercised in full, heavy rubber and see how long the fluids take to filter through...  I got exactly what I asked for. I have mentioned that having to provide Mistress with my fantasies, you have to be careful what you wish for.

On reflection I wouldn't change a thing and thank you Mistress for the experience. Well, I will change one thing if I am allowed to repeat the experience. Trust Mistress Maggie's equipment and her reassurances that nothing was leaking. I might also ask for a few puffs of aromas whilst I am being filled.

A Load of Pee

Today I witnessed just how hard my professional dominatrix has to work to ensure her slave is receiving the 'appropriate' treatment. I am, of course referring to Mistress Maggie. I am full of admiration for the dedication and care that she lavishes on her charges. Perhaps I should start at the beginning and develop this thought. I will also have to give some detail about my private preparation and, dare I say, toilet habits! The reason why I consider such personal/private information will become apparent.

I usually go for a pee about 45 minutes before meeting Maggie. When I park, I go for another one and when Mistress sends me to the bathroom I have another one. By this stage my bladder should be empty and I should not embarrass myself and upset Maggie by asking if I could have a pee break. OK, you get the picture, empty bladder, no pee blah blah blah!

It was a very pleasant, rather warm day and I was beginning to regret wearing my jumper as I sauntered towards The Chambers, and I could only imagine how warm Mistress must have been feeling in her head to toe latex ensemble. She had greeted me in her figure hugging, tight black latex catsuit and her rather nice new shiny boots and, and to finish her total rubberisation, Maggie had on a tight open faced latex hood: In fact the epitome of my dream woman, which of course, she is.

I had already sent her a copy of my negative Covid test so fortunately we were soon climbing the stairs to The Playroom. Oh those hips and thighs and cheeks, all perfectly framed inside the tight latex. I would definitely have been prepared to bury my nose in the valley had Mistress done her 'normal' activity of stopping abruptly, as it was she didn't stop, which was probably for the best as I had received a serious caning last session for various infractions.

Upstairs, I was sent to change (and pee) and returned for my obligatory worship of Maggie's footwear. Again I was sorely tempted to stray from the boots and gently lick and kiss lower thighs, upper thighs and... well, let my tongue go on a bit of an adventure. But I didn't! I am better trained than that. Mistress used her hefty Mistress whip to beat a rhythm on my backside during worship and I imagined even just flicking her wrist whilst so tightly and completely enclosed in latex would be generating considerable heat, because I was starting to sweat even though I was only wearing latex gloves and socks.

Luxury of luxuries, with the boots suitably attended to I was even permitted a short period of caressing and kissing along the back of those glorious, rubber clad thighs and derrière. However, a phrase Maggie uses quite a lot is ‘Well slave there is no pleasure without pain’, and that was kind of the case today, because sitting back down on her worshipped bottom Maggie pulled a transparent latex bag over my head, pulling it closed under my chin. Although not 'painful' it certainly generated some heavy breathing on my part as I gazed through the semi translucent latex at the face of my beautiful owner. It did seem a very appropriate setting with me kneeling before my wonderful Mistress dependant on her for the very air I was allowed to receive.

Getting me into my Invincible catsuit caused a real problem for the first time. Normally I can get into it almost unaided but not today. I think it was because I was starting to sweat more and more. Maggie talc'd the inside and I tried the normal routine making sure all zips were fully open. Oh what a tangle I'd got myself in! I tugged and pulled and shuffled and shrugged and had to ask Maggie for considerable assistance. This was definitely unfair on my part as I could see my poor Mistress getting warmer and warmer as we struggled.  After what seemed an eternity and one monumental struggle, I was finally able to zip up the suit to the chin but even the zipping was a struggle. I was pooped, and despite the room fan being on I could see Mistress was heating up from all the exertion and I was very happy when she indicated a short breather was required. 

A red latex hood was fitted before following Mistress into The Clinic where she explained I was to receive a catheter for the remainder of the session. Fine by me as I am now used to and dare I say rather enjoy the feeling of Maggie gently inserting a rubber tube deep into my innards. Before the successful insertion Maggie just couldn't resist the opportunity of smothering her charge both with her latex covered hands and with the rubber operating sheet. Sometimes I get the impression Maggie gets a real buzz from seeing her charges gasping for breath, and this willing slave was making no attempt to resist her absolute authority. 

The gloves aren't too bad because with a little twisting of the mouth I could gain just sufficient air so as not to have to complain. Now the rubber sheet on the other hand is a different proposition. It seals itself to the rubber hood you are wearing and that's it! Absolutely NO air and some most peculiar sounds as you breathe out, until you can breath out no longer!

The catheterisation was routine. After creating a sterile area, the anaesthetic fluid inserted down the urethra tingles initially, actually quite a pleasant tingle, then a 5 minute wait for the anaesthetic to take effect. It is testament to how good Maggie is with catheters that all the fluid was emptied down the urethra with no spillage and I couldn't even tell when the tube was inserted and the bulb inflated. What I did notice in the 5 minute wait period was Mistress casually enjoying a little late lunch. I was securely strapped to the couch but I could just glimpse Maggie through the mouth hole, yes a bit of an oblique angle, but I couldn't get the eyeholes focussed. Oh and I was enjoying a little e-stim that Maggie thought appropriate whilst she enjoyed her break. Not too rigorous but sufficient to draw my attention.

 

Mistress had earned that 5 minute break because up to that time she had worked extremely hard on her slave. What did start to be of concern was Mistress saying with a wry smile that she would leave fitting the catheter bag until later and that I would remain clamped until she decided otherwise. A little uncomfortable because I was just starting to feel some contents in my bladder but of course, there it stayed.

Moving back to The Playroom where I was ordered onto my knees with forehead on the floor, Maggie fiddled with my anal zip and prepared me for inserting a smallish butt plug. The size wasn't its main attraction as Mistress put it through its paces through a myriad of buzzing and vibrating cycles. I think Maggie found that most amusing as she could just about get it to play a buzzing tune. The plug was self contained with the on/off and programming button sitting nicely on its base. I mention its construction because this did cause some issues later as I was suspended from the rafters. Anyway, it was set off buzzing away and sealed inside my bum. 

The inflatable hood that went on next was, I think, my first experience with this piece of kit. At first I thought it was quite a loose fit and would no doubt leak air round the seams and mouth piece and I wondered if Mistress was aware of these potential failings? That was until it was pumped up heavily. Just a couple more pumps for good luck... and oh boy what a piece of kit when fully pumped. I just love the feel and the fit and the sheer air-tightness of this hood. I could see clearly after Mistress had demisted the lenses and just loved wearing it, and thank you Maggie for allowing me the chance.

We have developed a relatively simple and efficient way of launching me on my flying experiences that importantly, particularly in the current warmth, is relatively easy on my poor Mistress. Maggie retrieved the very heavy leather body harness from its storage box in the corner of the Playroom, and after loosening the straps I was able to wriggle my head into the appropriate place ready for Mistress to tighten them all. I recall back to my earlier days when I was a complete novice and had to rely on comprehensive instruction to get it right, but now with the appropriate training, I manage to get it ready for Maggie. With a little more training perhaps I will be able to fasten the straps and... that is for the future and dependant on Mistresses wishes.

Once strapped in, I was even able to attach the carabiners to the centre ring so I was standing comfortably yet attached to the ceiling; more excellent training! From that secure stance it is a relatively easy action to rest each leg in turn, slip them in the stirrups that Mistress had attached to the overhead suspension bar and et voila we have lift off. Relatively close to the ground, but all the same fully suspended. All that was left was for Maggie to pull on the pulley to lift the stirrups to whatever height she wanted. Once again I felt a little guilty that my Mistress was having to hoist a beefy slave on such a warm day but at least the first part of harnessing and swinging was relatively easy.

At last, I received the welcome relief of the rubber bag being attached to the catheter. It is rather strange, the sensation is not one of peeing, that familiar relief of standing there and peeing but more just a simple relaxation of the bladder pressure. That is part of what is meant by being under someone's total control I suppose (and I love it). 

Of course there was no way that Mistress would not take advantage of my suspended situation and first with a few tugs on my cock set me slowly swinging. That clearly didn't do enough for Maggie's needs and soon she disappeared, returning soon after with the heavy wooden block that she proceeded to attach to my balls, with the help of some old nylons and a carabiner.  

Now this did seem to float Maggie's boat in terms of torturing her slave. With my pumped up hands safely secured to stop them wandering and the block swinging freely, a quick grab of either cock or balls had me swinging like a pendulum, or squalling like a wimp when she purposely dug her nails into my tender flesh. I have to say another thank you because every now and then I was granted another whiff of aroma from my Mistress. When I mentioned that the vibrating anal toy had stopped working she seemed to enjoy trying to kick start it with her boot. That didn't work and after a few more boots, acknowledged it was not going to restart. It turns out the anal zipper on my suit was so tight when I was in the harness that it was pressing on the on/off button which, of course turned it off!

Two final points I would like mention, one relevant to the opening comments about pee; when we emptied the rubber bag at the end, it was absolutely full to bursting and in fact resembled an over stuffed salami. I have no idea how I had managed to accumulate so much pee, especially as I hadn't consumed any fluid for 45 minutes prior to arrival. The second point relates to Mistress asking me to help her out of her catsuit when our session had ended. As I unzipped the back of the suit, I could see (and wished I could have tasted) the fine layer of perspiration that was covering that perfect back. I didn't dare touch but it certainly reinforced how much work Maggie had invested on her slave. Thank you Mistress Maggie.

Expunged and Inflated

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