More Tubes than TFL

A pre-session note from Mistress arrived in my email box -

“Your session will be something typical for the time of year when rubber bondage perverts have a habit of crawling out of the woodwork”.

Speaking as a confirmed rubber pervert, the prospects were exciting even if a little vague. I really didn’t care where Mistress Maggie would take us on our journey today, I have never experienced a session where I haven’t thoroughly enjoyed both Mistresses company, her humour and her very fertile imagination, but above all, her wonderful personality, incredible attractiveness and beautiful philosophy on life.

It was a good day as I sauntered from the car and ensured arrival at exactly 14:30 to be greeted by my stunning owner completely dressed in latex with just her face visible; a delightful combination of black latex catsuit, translucent latex stockings, transparent latex corset with red garters and to top off all that wonderful latex she wore a cascading blonde ponytail. Her latex attire was no surprise, after all I believe she too has a latex fetish and that is one of the endearing traits that make us so compatible, I would not go so far as to say Maggie is a rubber bondage purvert, but...

Maggie opened the door but prevented me from crossing the doorstep. She inspected me from top to bottom and said, ‘You’re not wearing enough latex’. Now that comment had me really excited, because in the past Mistress hasn’t encouraged any outward display of rubber purvery, it may be a sign that she believes me to be sensible enough not to upset the neighbours. Next time I think I will take a chance and will wear my rather suave, black latex t-shirt, unless of course I get told off in the next calling mail. The only latex item i arrived in today were my socks as they are never visible.

Following Maggie upstairs as close as I dare to those glorious orbs gently undulating in front of some very lustful and eager eyes, I once more wished I had a photo of the magnificent sight. Perhaps at some stage in the future I will be able to take such a needed pic, until then I will remember each experience very fondly.

I wear the latex socks to The Chambers to save time getting changed, as donning the socks can be problematical especially when I am getting aroused, and on receiving Mistress’s instruction it didn’t take long to clamber out of all my vanilla attire, store it tidily in the corner of The Bathroom and put my shoulder length gloves on before returning to The Playroom to carry out my boot worship duty.

First things first, I was instructed to kneel and reverse into position for Mistress to lube my arse and ready for my butt plug. That procedure is getting easier and easier and now all I get is an ecstasy inducing shudder as the final ribbed part of my plug slips gently in place. This early installation of my plug looked like a definite precursor to something a little larger going up my bum later, and I wasn’t wrong. 

My boot worship duties were more brief than usual and Maggie had me secured spread eagled on the bed with a catheter fitted in almost record time. Mistress is definitely an expert even with my very tight foreskin, I hardly felt a thing as the tube snaked its way into my bladder and the retaining bulb was inflated. Once the catheter was secured I relaxed, knowing full well that peeing was now under Maggie's control and I wouldn’t have to grovel for a pee break or disrupt the flow of the session.

Not quite finished with controlling my orifices yet, Maggie had me roll over on the bed so that she could insert an inflatable butt plug; a replacement for my own. A couple of pumps from the dangling bulb, a quick tug and Mistress was satisfied that I was securely stuffed, front and back. It was time to complete my rubber dressing and Maggie helped me into my thick Invincible catsuit, completed her slave’s outfit with a comfortable hood. Apart from eye and mouth holes I was now completely rubberised.

I was told to sit on the wooden bondage chair in the corner, it had been set to slave mode with its centre hole available to feed the dangling bulb from the butt plug, so as to allow Maggie to give it an extra pump or two during the session. When the chair is in ‘Throne mode’, Mistress has a very comfortable cushion that allows the seater to relax in comfort, otherwise it’s a hard chair that can become quite uncomfortable over time. Oh well, fine for a slave I suppose.

I was intrigued by Maggie’s inventive use of chain to pinion my arms. Chain is notoriously difficult to get secure in this configuration but Maggie very cleverly wound the chain round each arm several times and secured it to the chair’s top and bottom eye hooks, two other chains were secured diagonally across my front and padlocked where they crossed each other at the centre. I was converted to the fact that chains in this configuration are VERY effective in immobilising arms.

Headgear was attended to next. Mistress appeared with a butterfly gag, an interesting gag that needs manipulating so its wings sit between your gums and cheeks, but once seated correctly it’s ready to be inflated, providing another area of complete control and a very effective gag it is too. I was to wear a posture collar which had a chin spike, Mistress wound the spike upwards significant enough to keep my chin raised, and that probably wasn’t the only thing being raised by this stage! To finish, a pair of rubber flying goggles were slipped over my eyes.

So far so good, apart from the fact Maggie had access to the butt plug pump and gave it some squeezes just for good measure, she didn’t like her slave having his hands free either, on went the inflatable mittens which she also pumped up, immobilising my hands, and ‘Biggles’ was ready to fly as Maggie’s latex toy.

After around forty minutes of helpless seclusion Mistress came along to peel off the goggles and relieve me of the gag and collar, to make way for different headgear. The final embellishment was the fitting of the system mask that Maggie acquired from Studio Gum. It consists of two parts, a stout rubber hood with all apertures available and an optional gas mask part that zips on the front, it’s heavy but comfortable and has Perspex lenses. It is a wonderful feeling to be so totally enclosed by your Mistress and totally in her hands for all functions. It is definitely one of the highlights and why I want to serve my owner in WHATEVER way she wishes for as long as she wishes.

Ah, reference to TFL (Transport For London) in the title... This is when the mile of tubing was applied to the system mask and also incorporated a rebreather bag, an aromas pump hose and a resuscitator. I only had restricted vision by this stage because the Perspex lenses had begun to mist over, enough to blur my vision, but not to the extent where I couldn’t see the ghostly figure of my owner floating in and out of my vision. I did see, vaguely, Maggie appear with an Israeli gas mask on, you can imagine what erotic thoughts were coursing through my groin in this total latex environment with a total latex Mistress gently caressing tubes and my rubber covered torso whilst plying me with aromas. 

As I’d gathered that the rebreather bag was attached I immediately tried to slow down the inhale/exhale cycle of breathing, all was working fine and I was perfectly happy in my rubbery world. One thing that did confuse me was the occasional loud hissing and fresh air being pushed into the mask, there was quite a long time between puffs and I established afterwards that Maggie was using the resuscitation bellows to pump in the fresh air, that is probably why I could keep going with the rebreather for such a long time. Seeing the pictures Maggie took of the head gear that I was wearing coupled with the completely rubberised Mistress, looked truly awesome.

Maggie went on to mention that she had intended to insert me into the inflatable suit but due to a health issue the situation wasn’t quite right and Maggie decided that would be reserved for a future session. I will certainly be looking forward to that. However, it was the right decision because what happened next may not have been possible had I been inflated. 

Maggie de-tubed her rubber plaything and replaced the system mask with a simple anaesthesia hood, and once I had my arms and legs securely cuffed to the bed some attachment was fixed to the hood. I had no idea what it was and rather naively thought it was a filter or something to do with aromas. 

The protuberance turned out to be a dildo and it is probably for the best that I wasn’t aware of it. Mistress openly admitted later that the dildo was a blatant tease. Had I known I might have been tempted to try and insert it where I know is forbidden. Instead, when Maggie straddled me with her rear very close to the dildo I moved my head aside, thinking if it was part of an aroma delivery Maggie wouldn’t want it blowing in her private parts. What I do know is that Mistress seemed to be getting quite a lot of pleasure from her Hitachi wand, and when she finally shared the wand with her captive slave I really couldn’t withstand the excitement and exploded round the catheter, much to Maggie's delight. She is definitely a tease and definitely the most alluring person I know.

By this time I had had a rubber bag strapped to my leg to accept all my pee, and there was a lot to collect! I had discharged so much pee that the bag was inflated like a rugby ball, but I never experienced any feeling of peeing or the delights associated with such activities, it just drained into the bag.

In all the excitement I forgot my butt plug but Maggie has already notified me where it is for next time.

This final paragraph is a great big thank you to Mistress Maggie for another incredibly exciting session and as I sit at home writing this blog, I am wearing my latex shirt and stockings etc and am able to drift back to all the fantastic experiences generated in Session 249 of my exciting journey. I plan to turn up at our next session in my t-shirt… unless I am told otherwise!

Friday the 13th's Test and Exam

Today's festivities commenced with me licking, kissing and generally worshipping Mistress Maggie's rather nice, rather soft and very smooth white  PVC boots, until you reach the soles that is. I have commented in previous blogs on how well the treads on these knee boots are formed, and if like today I am instructed to clean the soles they do make licking a rough job.

By this time I had already changed into my red and black latex shorts, latex socks and gloves, as is usual Mistress gave me a few light strokes with her riding crop to 'encourage' my worship, even though encouragement isn't really necessary it keeps Maggie happy and I must admit the sound of the crop across my tight latex buttocks makes a very satisfying thwack, not to mention the heavenly sting as crop meets either latex or skin.

I suppose if I am following the chronology of today's events I should mention that the calling mail yesterday gave the broadest hint of what was to follow in this session:  

'Your nurse will be conducting a session that will hopefully send you home with a confident smile'.

For once I guessed 100% correctly when I concluded that Mistress was going to be performing a dental examination and operations on me. What remained unclear was the content or duration of the examination, but I allowed myself a pat on the back for assessing the calling mail correctly which is a pretty rare occurrence for me.

Speaking of pats on the back, thinking of the welfare of her subject Mistress had planned to help me with my poor spelling and it would be more than a pat on the back if I got it wrong. 

As I presented myself over the horse, Maggie slid my shorts down to give unrestricted access to my cheeks. I got the distinct impression that Maggie was not at all pleased with reading such rubbish in my blogs and emails, her annoyance landed fairly and squarely on both my naked buttocks with a beach shoe. If it wasn't so painful I might have laughed when she said she only had one beach shoe because that was all she needed! That must have been some feet, or should I say foot, finding just one sandal!

My spelling test consisted of six words which I was asked to verbally spell out:

mouth, ankle, cord, apologise, ecstasy, waist. 

There was little difference between my spelling them out on paper or spelling them verbally with my ass in the air, somehow I managed to get 50% wrong and my arse cheeks suffered appropriately. Even when I spelt apologise correctly, muttering that I had stopped putting 2 P's in it years ago when I had received a similar thwacking for getting it wrong. That did me no good, reminding Mistress of my previous transgression earned me even more thwacks and as I lay across the horse. I ended with rosy cheeks and a relieved smile when the beach shoe was finally put down.

I was then escorted through to The Clinic where I was given a latex operating gown in black and red to put on, Mistress then assisted me into an open faced hood along with a pair of dark glasses for eye protection. It was a good job I wasn’t planning on going anywhere as Mistress began strapping me down to the couch very securely. As a final level of protection, Maggie covered me in a latex dental bib and I was ready for my examination.

As I have come to expect, Mistress was meticulous in her safety preparations and actually saw her donning 4 new pairs of latex gloves during her operations. On reflection that might have been to provide some level of protection from being bitten by her slave! The examination was thorough, employing mirror, cheek retractor and descaling tools, followed by a hoover to get rid of any debris. A glass was presented to me and I was told to swill out my mouth with its contents. The mouthwash was not as expected, in fact it was Mistress’s fresh pee. I did as told and swished it round and round, savouring the flavour; essence of Mistress, before spitting it into an awaiting bowl.

Down to the real business end of dentistry. Fillings and drillings. First of all the gas anesthetic. I believe it was the poppers that were delivered through the anaesthetic mask although Maggie mentioned it was via her halothane set-up. I have no idea what that is as all I could see through the goggles was a dark green haze and the anaesthetic mask delivering my welcome dose of aromas. Perhaps I will ask what the halothane set-up consisted of, but at the time I was so deeply engrossed in my Mistress that the question alluded me.

Mistress was busy working on one tooth with her electric drill and giving me helpful advice on correctly cleaning my teeth and gums. As soon as she had finished with the drill I was given a demonstration on how to use a Jennings mouth gag, Mistress recommended one as part as my oral hygiene routine, as wearing one whilst brushing gives better access to hard to reach areas. She stopped at mentioning its effectiveness in keeping your mouth open AND gagging the patient too.

Mistress also needed to work on one of the rear teeth and stuffed the cavity between gum and cheek with several cotton rolls to reduce saliva, then started work once again with her electric drill. The cotton rolls appeared to have a mind of their own and kept popping out, returned, only to pop out once more. A second dose of suction rid my mouth of any gritty bits of teeth that the drill might have dislodged, and of course a second rinse with the pee. Just before the second mouthwash I did ask if I could rinse and drink and received a firm instruction, ‘NO. Spit it out!’

 

Keen to make further use of the dental instruments, they were all wiped down with disinfectant wipes and put on a sterile drape ready to be used in much more sinister operations. I would never have guessed that dental tools could be used at the other end of my body as electrodes for more of Maggie's electrickery.

Elastic bands were used to closely join the instruments into two pairs of electrodes, raising my rubber gown Mistress fastened them like tight clamps on different parts of my cock. With two electro-loops on my cock as well and two electro pads at the top of my legs I’d be having three stimming circuits bouncing around my nether regions. I wasn't wrong when I thought this experience would be pretty intense! A bit like artillery, Maggie did a couple of range finders to determine the starting range of her control boxes and over a short time ramped things up to 'interesting' levels. Fortunately, Mistress plied me with more aromas and I was able to manage with only a few ouches and moans. Covered with a green latex sheet I was left to fry for a while until Mistress was satisfied I had cooked enough.

When we finished I did comment to Mistress that she must be sweating heavily, because I certainly was and I was only lying down. To my surprise and delight, Maggie lay down on the couch, raised her operating gown and I was instructed to lick and clean her stomach where a good amount of sweat had collected. This was a true honour, one that I’d not been granted previously and starting with long slow licks I cleaned her skin, I then realised that to dry Mistress I would have to blow, so that I did in a gentle way all over her stomach area. Thank you for that real treat Mistress.

Afterwards we had a little time to spare and once again I was able to revel in helping Maggie with cleaning the latex and The Clinic.

As a final comment I should mention that Mistress is an expert in role play and this dental examination was incredibly life like and although I didn't really have my teeth drilled or filled I could well have believed I had! Mistress Maggie draws the line at that aspect (I think).

Warning: this 02:07 dental hygiene clip has audio

Warning: this 02:19 dental treatment clip has audio

Warning: this 2:18 unconventional dental treatment clip has audio

Red Boots and Nipple Training

I had no clue as to which direction Mistress Maggie wanted to take my training today. Her calling mail had not given me a scoobie doo, but I knew that whatever Maggie had planned would be exciting and hopefully entertaining for her, and if that was achieved I would be extremely happy. However, when Maggie opened the door to The Chambers it was immediately unmistakable that if I played my cards right I would be in for a real treat, as Mistress’s piss pants were on prominent display through the backless skirt she was wearing. The bladder remained disappointingly empty as it swayed tantalisingly right in my eyeline as we mounted the stairs. It is almost impossible to describe the excitement and thrill this vision generates, suffice is to say it takes me right into the zone of where I can serve my Mistress in any way she wants.

Reaching the playroom my first act was the worship of Mistress’s spectacular red over the knee boots. These are comfortable for my Mistress to wear having little to no heels, being PVC they are so smooth and it is a great experience to lick and kiss them all the way from heel to just above the knee, once more being careful not to overstep the boot tops. Each time I lick to the boot tops I am greeted with that magnificent vista of the bladder in Mistress’s piss pants, unfortunately still empty.

The occasional crop across my naked skin reminds me not to stray into forbidden territory. It appears to be becoming part of my training that after the boot worship I am immediately asked to turn around and reverse towards Maggie, where my butt plug is lubed up and waiting to be inserted into its home.

Now hooded with a very comfortable latex hood, I was spreadeagled on the bed and secured with the wrist and ankle cuffs that usually adorn the 4 corners. A nice, helpless situation to be in until things start to be more playful for Maggie but painful for her slave. ‘I’ll start with something that’s not too demanding’, said Mistress as she applied a pair of soft grip pegs to my nipples.

I must admit my nipples have become complacent and this corrective nipple training has been long overdue. Not content with the nipple pegs, Mistress disappeared to retrieve another set of pegs that were spaced out along a stout length of string. I think I was about to be subjected to what is called zipping? There was some amusement and not unsubstantial relief when some of the pegs broke, plastic pegs are prone to that type of failure, but unfortunately there were still sufficient good ones to continue with Mistress’s plans.

The first round of zipping concentrated on applying pegs to my balls. You know what is coming. You try and steel yourself but it is still a shock as Maggie pulls on the cord and the pegs are removed in rapid succession, biting on my scrotal flesh until they have to let go. It didn't half make me jump and I was thankful for the ankle straps, they prevented me from really kicking off. It was a good effort for Maggie’s first attempt, but as you’d expect, she insisted on more practice to make sure her technique was perfect.

The pegs were reattached but this time both my cock and balls would be included. Now that I knew what to expect, I was a little concerned about my ability to cope with my cock and balls being zipped, thank goodness again for those ankle straps! And just for good luck, Mistress decided a third zipping would be beneficial for my soul! It certainly would; anything that makes Maggie happy is good for my soul and I braced myself, firmly clinging on to the restraints for my dear life. I hadn’t benefitted from such an unzipping for quite a while, and all the time my cock and balls were being zipped the insidious ache in my nipples from their pegs was steadily growing in intensity. Fortunately they were not part of Mistress’s sadistic zip line!

There’s never a session where I don’t engage with some latex, and under Maggie’s instruction I had brought my Invincible catsuit today. With a little help from Maggie it was quickly on and zipped up and a collar with a hanging back strap was secured around my neck along with my personal slave collar. The four shackles from the bed came out again and applied to my ankles and wrists. I was back in familiar, fully rubberised territory and more than happy when Mistress hooked on a dog lead so as to take me for a walk, to retrieve further items for later use. A cardboard box was collected from her bedroom wardrobe and given to me to carry, then on to the Clinic to collect an aromas pump hose.

When we returned to The Playroom Mistress indicated that the box contained her ceremonial high heeled red PVC boots. Ceremonial because their spiky heels are way too high for normal use anymore, but they were sexier than the flat soled ones I had worshipped earlier. I then had one of those wonderful moments as Maggie lay on the bed and I gently removed her working boots and  pulled on her ceremonials. These boots were also much longer and as my licks and kisses reached the tops I was within 2 centimetres of her piss pant’s still empty bladder. Obviously I didn't stray, I am too well trained for that type of mistake, though my mind wandered to a time when I’m sucking on its contents, which hopefully would be before the day has finished. Once Maggie was satisfied with the cleaning, the ceremonials were carefully removed and  packed away until another grand occasion and Maggie's flat ones pulled back on.

I understood now why the cuffs were reapplied as I was secured to The Cell door for further preparations. The first of which was an electric chastity device, then far worse more nipple clamps. If I thought the pegs hurt, these new ones really made me wince, I am sure my eyes were watering behind the latex mask. These little buggers weren’t at all heavy, but made up for it by having serrated teeth and the bite of a shark! Both nipples were starting to regret not having refresher training earlier, they were behaving like wimps and starting to be REALLY sensitive.

Once satisfied that the nipples were receiving suitable 'training' Mistress had me turn round and replaced my own butt plug with an electro one, which fitted nicely and was as comfortable as the one it replaced, until the juice was turned on. It was however, pleasantly tingly and did help to redirect my thoughts a little, away from my aching nipples.

Directed to lie on my side on the rug, the ankle and wrist straps were once again brought into use as was the back strap that had been casually hanging down my back just chilling. My wrist and ankle cuffs were attached to D rings on the back strap with carabiners. A most effective hog tie; if I pulled too hard with my legs the back strap tightened and I started to choke, so I thought the best course was to lie still on my side while my tortured nipples we’re being given a rest. 

Maggie's panties were stuffed in my mouth, followed by a hood made of a stretchy mesh material, a strip of red gaffer was applied across my mouth, not tight but sufficient to keep the panties in place, a blindfold completed my revised dressing, and, my nipple training started again!

At this point I would like to have said that I was incredibly lucky in my current situation but the pesky nipple clamps really took all my concentration. Mistress had applied two insect broaches to the nipples, a dangly metal type, it took a minute for Mistress to decide that a ladybird and dragonfly be chosen for this job, and they both had spiky jaws. These just enhanced my 'training' experience. As an aside, the last time I wore these, they were on my cock and balls when crawling through nettles. I said at the time we should have killed them off with insect spray! Fortunately, Mistress left me to quietly contemplate my situation and did not apply any further torment to my nipples etc. and as compensation I continued to receive some gentle comfort from the two electric devices still humming away in the background.

As a reward for being compliant and obedient, Mistress finally decided that a drink was in order. As she straddled me, I could hear the gentle tinkle as the piss pant's bladder started to fill with nectar. It goes without saying that Maggie removed the tape and panties before guiding the piss tube into my waiting lips, and to my extreme delight while bending down she decided to kill two birds with one stone and pulled the nip clamps off.

I sucked and I sucked, much to Mistress amusement as nothing emerged down the tube, so I sucked again and this time Maggie had opened the tap and I was able to receive a welcome rehydration. I was thirsty by now and consumed every last drop that was offered. Nothing spilt, a drained pair of piss pants and a very happy rehydrated slave.

I have learnt a lot from my owner in the wonderful times I have spent being trained and one such trait is the ability to provide assistance to Mistress when she wants to suspend me from the overhead. I know it is not easy for Mistress to lift and stretch to attach the large D suspension arm, so I do it. I know that the suspension harness is heavy to lift so I now do it, under supervision of course. I feel I am becoming more useful to Mistress, I can even raise my legs into the stirrups and once both legs are secured I am flying. An inflated anaesthesia hood made sure I didn't see much of the ride because it had no eye holes. And there I could have hung happily swaying, receiving regular boosters from the aromas pump and steadily breathing in and out through the rebreather bag. 

However, that wasn't the end of my nipple training and I sensed Mistress derived great pleasure from re-attaching the insect clips, then occasionally swapping them from one nipple to the other, ensuring her subject was really benefitting from their deadly embrace. The application of a leather cock harness provided Mistress with some purchase whenever she wanted to get me swinging. Pumped aromas kept me in a wonderfully euphoric state whilst trying to remind myself that the discomfort in my nipples was what Mistress wanted and so it was good for my soul.

Now back at home my nipples were still tingling when I showered in the evening. The warm shafts of water brought back beautiful memories of the session we had just experienced, and after a while in the shower I was able to face the torrent without flinching. It took almost a week for the crustiness and sensitivity in my nipples to fully subside and on occasions I would just stand and massage my buds and remember how fortunate I am to be under Mistress Maggie's control.