Great Start to 26

Happy New Year and I can certainly say my new year started in a very happy yet contemplative session with my Dominatrix, Mistress Maggie. Perhaps a little background is appropriate as to how the session content was arrived at. I normally quite deliberately do not give any input as to what goes into session planning, preferring to leave content and direction entirely in the hands of my Mistress. However, in our last session before Christmas, Maggie specifically asked if there was anything I would like to be included in our first session in 2026. I gave it some thought and despite my normal reluctance to prescribe, I reluctantly replied with the following -

You asked me to think about activities for the New Year. 

With it being the first session of the new year you may consider it appropriate for your slave to be totally cocooned in multiple, tight layers of latex and leather so as to allow me time to become accustomed to my role for the coming year.

 If you wish, this could achieve complete isolation and sensory deprivation and if you were to add ear phones or ear buds, you then have the opportunity to guide my thoughts in whichever way you wish (brain washing if I had a brain to wash😊) 

Leave me for a long while, completely blind and dumb with the only sensory input totally controlled by you. This will reinforce how lucky I am to have such a wonderful, caring Mistress to worship.

It may be wise to use a catheter? 

This is NOT prescriptive!

I am of course not expecting this and will be more than happy with whichever way you wish to start the new year.

In for a penny and all that, I certainly wasn't anticipating adherence and this really was a dream rather than a request.

And so Christmas and New Year came and went and I returned wholeheartedly to needing this training session. Rather surprisingly, the calling mail appeared to follow roughly what I had hoped for although the alternative might just be Maggie's way of keeping me guessing -

‘Session finalisation is not quite complete, so as far as content is concerned I shall have to leave you in the dark.’

My new year began with an absolutely stunning view of my Mistress as she opened the door to the Chambers and allowed me to step in. The first thing that grabbed my attention was her long, red wig, that has always been a striking sight, but everything she wore below it was equally striking. Mistress’s face looked so beautiful surrounded by the red hair and her lace-up leotard and lacy tights showed off her superb legs to perfection.

Once again I nearly succumbed to the urge to plant a kiss on Mistress cheeks as she stopped momentarily near the top of the stairs and once again I resisted that, but only just. Mistress has me well disciplined not to overstep our boundaries.

My first duty as always was worshipping Mistress's black laced-up boots today. This was accompanied by some moderate lashing from one of Maggie's  bushier whips. Wherever she could plant a good thwack a good thwack was received, including the most delicate places!

Still naked apart from my collar and long pair of gloves and stockings, I was guided by the ring in my collar through to the Clinic. Even without explanation I recognised that the session was heading in the direction of my pre-Christmas email. A nasal cannula (Maggie's husband John's brilliant creation) was eased into my nostrils and taped in place, I felt relaxed and pleased that I would likely be allowed aromas. Next was a quick and efficient deployment of a catheter.

At this point Mistress had difficulty drawing saline into a syringe in order to inflate the internal catheter balloon. A most unusual and baffling occurrence, because from my personal experience, and I have had a lot, Mistress’s catheterisations always go without a hitch. Fortunately using another syringe and needle the saline became available allowing the catheter to be firmly implanted in the neck of my bladder. Very comfortable, very secure and pee tight!

Next to be applied was the inflatable vibrating butt plug, and finally in the Clinic two electric circuits were created using three adhesive electrodes and a cock strap. I actually located one of the electrodes hidden away in a dark place as I was getting a shower back home. I hope Maggie didn't want that one back as I made certain it was buried deep in the waste bin, non-recycle of course.

Led back to the Playroom, I made my first mistake of 2026. I like to arrive wearing my latex socks and don them at home, because they are difficult to get on when under pressure. Unfortunately, when it came to climbing into my Invincible suit the unchlorinated socks refused to slide down into the legs, so I quickly removed them and hey presto, I eased both legs in and waited for Mistress to feed the various cables through the 5-way zip. I received a ticking off from Mistress after the accident with those non-chlorinated socks, as she knows that I have perfectly suitable ones that I could have worn, I wont be doing that again! However, I had no trouble with the simple latex hood that Mistress now was zipping on me, that slid on nicely.

I was now rubberised, but true to my suggestion, this was by no means the end of my incarceration. Mistress had laid out a vinyl catsuit for me to wear as a second layer, it had a hood and an open crotch, which was fortunate because all the pipes, tubes and wires had to be threaded through that hole as well, which involved a very careful operation so as not to disturb the hard work Mistress had already put into this scenario.

And so to the final part of my wish list for total isolation. Mistress retrieved the very heavy leather bondage sack and carefully laid it out on the bed and told me to VERY carefully position myself in the centre, I wiggled my way down so that my feet went to the very end of the sack. That was a strange sensation. I have been in the sack on a few occasions but never without my latex socks on, being bare, my feet noticed the unusual rougher texture of the sleepsack’s leather lining.

I felt the first stages of compression as the zip was pulled up, followed by the laces. The padded leather sensory deprivation hood went on, its three small eyelet holes allowing me to breathe. Then the straps that secured me tightly, finally I was in the darkness, almost, and when Mistress applied the headphones, almost completely deaf. The nearby poppers delivery unit had its bottle topped up with sufficient aromas to keep me happy for the remainder of my confinement time and the unit was tested for a welcome infusion. To finish, the electrics were lit up and I was left to simmer.

Every now and then I could sense Mistress tightening the straps, each one belted up another one or two notches. My prison was getting tighter and tighter, just as I had hoped when I sent in my e-mail before Christmas. At random intervals I received a good and very welcome dose of aromas, welcome because it relieved the tension as Mistress varied the voltage applied to my groin, cock and balls. By the time Maggie had tightened the straps for the third or fourth time, all I could manage as the electricity was changed, was a slight humping motion.

It was about this time that I heard Mistress’s voice through the headphones, feeding me a series of excerpts from memorable sessions, some quiet interludes, some music and occasional spoken encouragement. By the nature of the latex, vinyl and leather hoods I was wearing the volume of the recording remained quiet, and I did ask Maggie to turn up the volume, but I was getting EVERYTHING I had wished for as an excellent start to 2026. I loved being spoken to softly by my Mistress and some might call it programming. I didn't care, for two and a half hours I was exactly where I needed to be, in tight isolation bondage.

There were a couple of issues I wish I had mentioned about my programming. The first was the three small eyelets in the hood. They let in enough light to be a distraction from the blackness, and if there is a next time I will perhaps ask for a blindfold. The second was the volume of my Mistress in the headphones. 

Oh, there is a third thing I’d just like to mention. Mistress knows the exact electrical levels I can tolerate, ensuring that I receive enough pulsing sensation to keep me really frustrated, yet never quite achieve an orgasm. But that is why I love these sessions. Maggie knows me very well by now.

Thank you Mistress Maggie and I hope I can provide you with a lot of satisfaction and pleasure throughout 2026 and beyond.

Last of 25

There was not too much information in the calling mail from Mistress yesterday;

Pack your kit bag with your red catsuit and black accessories and your trusty butt plug.

However, if you use the fact that it is our last session before Christmas, the time of year when a famous man wears black boots, gloves and a bright red suit, what was I to guess? The logical conclusion is Father Christmas, and I wondered if Mistress Maggie might be repeating what she did in 2017 and dress her slave as a rubber Santa?

This however was only a guess and many of those have rarely proven right for this stupid slave. I will have to wait; wend my way through traffic lights, park up and knock at The Chambers door and... only then would I find out what delights my Mistress has in store for her very willing slave.

It turns out I was not to become Santa Clause for 2025, but I did think all my Christmases had come at once when Mistress opened the door and I caught sight of what she was wearing. Well, to be more precise, what she wasn’t wearing. The transition from light outside to the lower light in her hall left my eyes straining to understand exactly what I was seeing. I did determine elements of a nurses uniform, translucent apron, ruched black top with puffy shoulders and a strappy black little number that almost qualified as a skirt, all in latex of course and teamed with her bright red PVC thigh boots. What really threw me was trying to work out what her derriere was covered in, not to mention the very tantalising view of the rounded silhouette of Mistress’s breasts that were almost peeking out from under her apron, sufficiently for me to gather that they were naked.

I was salivating somewhat as I followed Mistress upstairs. Mistress stopped a couple of times and I wondered if that was the cue to find out what was covering those beautiful buttocks. I didn’t lean to kiss them but in the light of the staircase it became obvious that Mistress was actually wearing NOTHING over her derriere, what I’d thought was a thin, transparent covering in the dark was actually a wonderful image of alabaster cheeks, and it was probably a wise decision not to plant a kiss on her bare bum!

On reaching the Playroom my luck changed. I received the bollocking of my life akin to the howler from Mrs Weasley in Harry Potter. I wont go into the details of my misdemeanours, suffice is to say I thoroughly deserved being reprimanded. I was told that I should receive a good, deserved, thrashing, one that definitely wouldn’t fit comfortably into her schedule today, but I should be prepared to receive my harsh punishment on a more suitable occasion. I was relieved to escape the immediate thrashing, but very humbled to know that my actions had so upset my owner. This was all before the start of the session and before I was calmly told to leave my red suit on the bed to air in the warmth, and to return from the bathroom in my socks and gloves. I was, of course wearing my slave collar to top off the black latex.

Under instruction I worked really hard at licking, kissing, stroking and worshipping every inch of the red boots that adorned Mistress beautiful legs. There was a lot of boot to clean and I actually enjoyed the fact that my arse only received a firm cropping to encourage activities.

On with the red suit now, and once again I didn’t need to bother Mistress as it just slipped easily without any talcing. Taking care to do up the wrist and ankle zips I was able to stand and present a tidy, red rubber toy for Mistress’s approval, a bloody cold one, but one of the delights of wearing this material is that it soon warms up, and it did. Mistress inspected me from top to bottom and changed the position of my nipple zips; a bit ominous I thought, as each pair of zipper pulls were adjusted so they sat exactly atop my nipples where they could be so easily accessed.

‘Where’s your plug, slave?’, Mistress asked.

Oh no, I feared I’d forgotten to bring it! A quick trip to the Bathroom allowed me to rummage through my perv bag where I thankfully found it. Returning clutching my little red invader I placed it on Maggie’s counter.

‘Over the horse slave’.

Bent over with zip open to expose my arsehole, in went my plug. I silently counted as its three ribs passed my sphincter, nice and easy and leaving me feeling full. Zipped in place I stood to attention waiting the next instruction. I didn’t have to wait long and it came as a surprise. I was once again instructed to bend over the Horse in a way that I could support my body along its length. Before I could scream Mistress delivered three hard strokes with a stout cane. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. And that was it.

‘I couldn’t resist’, said Mistress. ‘Let’s hope that that short example has taught you what to expect when I have a better opportunity to punish you properly!’

I was to thank Mistress for the deserved thwacking and we moved on, literally. I was led by my collar through to the Clinic for my treatment to begin. I immediately focussed on the red hood that had been commented on in a recent mail exchange and I thought to myself, this is going to be another really fun session. It didn’t take long for me to be wearing the cannula of Maggie's husbands superb invention that would be used for aromas delivery, a couple of pieces of tape retained the cannula to prevent it being disturbed while the double layer hood was gently fitted, and things were looking decidedly rosy. The face covering was left open and although the view was somewhat restricted I was able to gaze at my wonderful Mistress.

And so to the business end. The crotch zip was gently eased open along with an instruction to shuffle down towards the edge of the couch. An instruction that sounded decisively like a good pegging was about to materialise, so I waited in great anticipation! 

The first operation saw my cock and balls extracted through the created opening and tied in a tight harness with a short piece of rope. Naturally I couldn't see the process, but I have experienced this on so many occasions that I could visualise the activity. Basically, the harness was a means of separating my balls before they were bound individually and tied off around the base of my cock. There is something truly orgasmic from this action and yet another sign of who exactly is in charge.

By this stage I had already been securely strapped down to the couch; 3 straps across my body and wrists shackled and attached to the couch. Given how I love to steal a stroke of Maggie’s latex covered curves at the  least opportunity, the bondage caused me somewhat of a dilemma. I had relative freedom to move my arms, but only in an arc, it made it virtually impossible to make contact with Mistress even when she was close to me.

Mistress stood beside me and reached out to my roped up cock and balls with her sensual latex covered hand, quietly playing with me for a good amount of time. Then her other hand joined in and I was fortunate to receive a mouthful of Mistress’s latex covered fingers, so though I was unable to touch, there was no doubt that my mouth and genitals were well tended to with rubber. 

Ah, I was not to receive a pegging but a good seeing to with a huge black rubber cock, and what’s more, I must lubricate it myself. A rubber condom was applied and the big dildo inserted into my mouth, in it went, deeper and deeper, but never quite enough to cause a gag reflex. I was also just able to see Mistress’s fantastic breasts that either by design or by accident had worked their way around the sides of her apron and Mistress made it quite obvious that she was teasing her slave. She knows I love her body and kept them in sight but out of touch. Meanwhile, down below, it took a lot of willpower not to explode as Maggie gave my wand a long, magical massage. Oh! far more frustration but, Maggie knows exactly how to frustrate this slave! I wonder if Harry Potter had his wand . . .

What a thing to think about in the midst of superb cock massage. As yet I had not been offered a single sniff of aromas, but I understand this was quite deliberate on Maggie's part, because without the aromas my erection is sustained for a longer period.

Now I had finished lubricating the BBC (Big Black Cock, nothing to do with the TV channel!), Mistress supplied me with a heavy dose of her pumped elixir and diverted her attention to inserting the BBC up my bum.  It started very gentle to fill the space recently stretched by my own plug. This time it penetrated way, way deeper than it had done orally and Mistress made sure it gave me a real good f*cking, one that could have led to another embarrassing situation had Mistress not stopped at the right time. I feel so lucky that Mistress has an amassed knowledge of my sexual libido and when to stop and start stimulation!

I don't recall having seen the next piece of equipment, perhaps it was a new toy? It was a very effective gag that was strapped on top of the still open hood I was wearing. It proved comfortable and easy to breathe through until a rather large, rubber bladder was attached. This time I was not going to even attempt bypassing the rebreather despite it being totally unyielding. No matter how much I tried naturally inflating it the balloon would not stretch, so I was left inhaling/exhaling into the bag. Maggie always takes delight in the sight of a rebreather bag being used properly. I may just have redeemed myself with this rebreathing exercise!

As a reward Maggie said she’d allow me extra puffs of aromas delivered through the cannula. True to her word, after a short break Maggie zipped up the front of the hood and allowed me several good puffs. It is a strange sensation, because this hood acts as its own rebreather and that means that instead of breathing out the aromas and it dissipating into the atmosphere, you get the opportunity to re breathe some of the exhaled aromas. More bang for your bucks you might say.

My genital bondage was removed now and Mistress brought out a series of super stretchy silicone bands. There was a little discomfort as these were secured around my cock and balls, leaving the area in their tight grip, conductive loops were incorporated into the arrangement and a while later conductive pads were placed in nearby areas of my groin, creating a diverse mix of sensations when Mistress turned her electrics on. The circuit connected to my cock was rhythmic and VERY frustrating. It pulsed for just long enough to excite then . . .  stopped! The circuit attached to my ball area was altogether more demanding, although it was pulsing it felt like a 100 little needles all massaging quite a large area around my groin.

When happy with her slave’s response to her stimulation, Mistress moved her attention to a different area. I’d received a goodly dose of aromas during the stimming which had had a relaxing effect on my sphincter, providing her with opportunity to give my ass a more vigorous and deeper penetrating thrusts with the dildo. Using a moment’s pause in the thrusts, Mistress opened the hood and I did see her adding batteries to the dildo. Turned on to full power Maggie continued to ram home the BBC. Yet another experience that Mistress Maggie has allowed her slave to enjoy. Thank you Mistress.

Ah yes, about the title 'Last of 25'. Mistress is not training over the Christmas period and this is my last trip on my journey to becoming a better slave for 2025. I would like to wish anyone who has read this far, and in particular Maggie and her husband John, a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and I can now look forward to restarting my road to enlightenment in early January 2026.

Clear Idea

My mind began pondering as soon as I received Mistress’s calling mail on Thursday -

‘Your rubber Mistress has a clear idea that I am busting to carry it out’.

There were many options that I considered relating to her clear idea. Was Mistress going to fill my clear plastic pants with pee or nettles or something equally ‘enjoyable’? Was it the clear inflatable plastic hood that is so clingy and tight once inflated? Was it the clear plastic lenses in one of Mistress Maggie’s sensational hoods?... Then, ‘I am busting to carry it out’ was pretty obvious. I was probably going to be deluged in pee or even be lucky enough to taste a fantastic amount of Maggie’ s golden nectar? I didn’t sleep too well mulling over the many combinations, but eventually drifted off to sleep with a very pleasant erection.

As I made my way to The Chambers for today’s training session I barely gave the options another thought, but when stuck in traffic once more my mind began to wander, this time settling on the dream of being a full time rubber slave to Maggie. However, such a dream soon becomes a nightmare when the reality of such a mammoth change to my life surfaces. 

There are many, many reasons why this will never happen; Mistress has quite categorically stated she does not want/need a full time slave; it takes a LOT of concentration, time and commitment for even our all too brief Friday sessions to be a reality, and the added pressure of a full time d/s relationship on both parties would soon become intolerable. I’d imagine Mistress would tire of my waffling when I could not maintain her high standards 24*7, I have a vanilla life as well that is dear to me… 

Lights change, I’ll come back to this at the next set… I envy those individuals who say they are 24*7 lifestyle slaves but are they being honest? For me, this dream ever being a reality will remain a fantasy, something that will never come to pass and with that realisation I arrive at the chambers door ready to serve my Mistress once more with my whole heart and soul.

Mistress answered wearing what I thought was an incredibly sexy black catsuit. Suitably corrected, the catsuit is PURPLE slave, I did correctly view the black corset belt and shiny black knee length boots. In my defence, entering the cool lighting in the hallway from outside did interfere with my colour perception. It all looked black to me!

I followed Mistress up the stairs, her undulating latex covered cheeks seemingly urging me to give them a kiss, but of course my training prevented such an indiscretion. Instead, it was Mistress’s boots that required the kissing and once in the Playroom I eagerly set to work making them shinier than they had ever been, and once again this was accompanied by Maggie encouraging me with her butterfly crop, a crop renowned for its particularly stingy bite. This provided some amusement as the crop is now well aged and the butterfly kept flying off. What else would you expect from an active butterfly? Naturally, with me already being conveniently on my knees it was my job to retrieve the butterfly, but even with Maggie reducing the strength of her wallops the pesky insect kept trying to fly away. It amused me and Maggie was having a right laugh.

It didn’t take long for my own red butt plug to be lubed and installed into its temporary accommodation. The satisfying feeling as its last rib slips into place is one I always look forward to and leaves me well filled. The sensation didn’t last long, just sufficient to prepare my bum for its next visitor. This remained a mystery until I’d done a quick shimmy and shake into my working Invincible catsuit. The zip in the appropriate area was then opened sufficiently to allow removal of my plug in exchange for a pair of electric Kegel balls. At Maggie’s request, her husband John had modified some of her electric toys since my last session, each one has its own dedicated cable now, meaning there’ll be no more rooting around to plug them in and eliminating the chance of wires being accidentally pulled out during play. The preparatory stretching with my own plug had obviously worked as the Kegel's offered no resistance as they disappeared deep inside me. A quick test, and yes they worked! 

Reinforcing who is in absolute charge, Mistress ordered me to lie on the bed and once she’d applied shackles to my wrists I was secured to the bed’s corners. Mistress knows that these temporary restraints are not necessary, because had she said, ‘lay still on the bed’, I would have complied without hesitation, but it added to my sense of servitude so I enjoyed being restrained for as long as it took for my crotch zip to be opened a little further and for adhesive electrode pads to be attached, one pair either side of my cock and balls and another pair at the top of my inner thighs. I was surprised with this configuration, I’d been expecting at least one circuit to be pulsing along the length of my shaft, but Mistress knows best and I was happy to go with her chosen flow.

With all the cables collected together, they were pulled through to the outside of my catsuit and the zip pulled up to seal me in. Mistress quizzed me on whether I had guessed what she would be doing with her plaything today, and started to explain the meaning of her calling mail. The ‘clear view’ to which she had referred was a reference to another good wrapping in transparent cling film. I was to be seated on Mistress’s throne, unfortunately without the comfy cushion that Maggie always sits on. That in itself would eventually become a form of torture, because I have learned from past events that prolonged sitting sessions on the Throne can be hard work on the muscles, resulting in a growing discomfort. Oh well, if that is what Mistress wants, so it shall be.

Well, at least the initial discomfort of sitting on the hard wooden throne was ameliorated, as I received some extra latex to wear in the form of a tight hood and a wonderful pair of inflatable mitts. These slipped on easily with a bit of talc but remained deflated for the moment. Maggie now got handy with her cling film rolls with a narrow roll for delicate or hard to film areas and a wide roll for the easier parts.

The initial filming was around my head and neck with the narrow roll avoiding my nose and my mouth, I could see very clearly despite several layers finding their way over my eyes. The wider film was used between my neck and bottom, just above the seat. An unusual addition was the inflatable latex collar which like the mitts was left deflated for now. Mistress, always aware of her slaves wellbeing asked if I was still comfortable on a few occasions. Well, yes as comfortable as the hard chair would permit, certainly the filming was very comfortable.

Maggie raised my feet and began wrapping the narrow film around them, taking time to form it tidily around my toes, the rest of my lower body was attended to with the wider roll right the way up to meet the upper body filming. As you might expect from a very organised Dominatrix, before wrapping my abdomen, Mistress made sure the group of electric cables were considered and a suitable aperture created so they could be threaded through the film to ensure easy attachment to her electric boxes. I could feel my buttocks going a little numb on the hard, unyielding, wooden chair, but I was to become even more intimately joined with it as Mistress picked up her large roll of cling film again and using several layers bound her slave to the chair itself. I became Mistress’s throne, unable to move and a bum that was feeling the pressure, as it happened, in more ways than one.

It is very frustrating to have the electrics ramped up when there aren’t any electrodes attached to your genitals, yet stimulation is being received in immediately surrounding areas; tingling stimulation just to the left of your genitals, tingling stimming just to the right of your genitals, more of the same underneath your balls and the Kegel balls hidden up your bum stimming your insides too, but no direct stimulation of your cock or balls. Mistress really knows how to edge this slave. By now I had my rubber mitts inflated and the rubber collar as well and I was surprised how relaxed and out of control I was feeling.

Maggie, I think, wanted a little fun and offered me the choice of breath play with rubber or plastic. I wish she wouldn’t do that, it means I have to weigh the response. Would she like me to say rubber or film? I chose rubber and out came a roll of rubber bandage. Mistress took her scissors and cut a length from it, just long enough to tie around my film covered head, which immediately removed the last vestiges of free air flow. She had me gasping, but after a short while I discovered that with a little subtle movement of my tongue, I was able to get the merest of air flow and sucked in what little air I could. 

It enabled me to keep going for much longer than Maggie had expected or hoped for. What really kept me going was Mistress’s close proximity, the occasional caress, the increase in electro-stim and the ability to gaze on her beauty when she floated in front of me. I got the impression Mistress was not too enamoured with the lack of breathlessness from her slave, so I was given a second chance to impress her, this time with the help of plastic. My rubber bandage was removed and a single layer of clingfilm was stretched tightly over my face, I had no air available now, but again, after a short time I had managed to make a very small air hole. Afterwards Mistress told me that the film had worked better, however, I had not suffered as much as she’d have liked from this breath play scene.

The electrics were ramped up a few notches and Maggie attended to the film surrounding my latex hood, cutting it away and allowing me some momentary relief. Not too much as my mouth was soon stuffed full with an inflatable tube gag. We were now ready to move on to the next phase, as outlined in her calling mail . . .  ‘Busting to carry it out’.

Mistress had been storing her pee all morning and she produced a bag with a considerable amount of what turned out to be her personal chilled champagne. But what really turned me into a slobbering wreck was the sight of Maggie opening her catsuit zip and depositing another large amount of fresh pee into a strategically placed jug. The sight and sound of my Mistress standing and filling the jug right in front of my eyes had me salivating. Then I watched as she slowly opened the bag of pre prepared pee and added the steaming contents of the jug into the bag. She showed me the bag and there was exactly a litre right in front of my face.

She hung up the bag of pee on a nearby stand, then connecting its outlet tube to my mouth gag I became a sealed recycling unit for Mistress’s pee. I could breathe through my nose and at the same time drink all that was offered. The occasional pump of the bag’s syphoning bulb gave an increase to the flow, not enough to overfill my mouth, but enough to keep me sucking and swallowing. When the pee wasn't being pumped, I took hearty sucks on the contents, eager to empty the 1 litre of pee from the bag. I managed every last drop and it is fair to say I was no longer thirsty!

The cling film that had kept me secured on the chair was now removed, and although still being very much wrapped up like a mummy I was gently helped onto the latex bed where Mistress took off my hood and gave me an S10 gas mask instead. For the second time today I was to lie down and Mistress cut away a hole to extract my cock and balls, she then strung them up on a bondage board and proceeded to cover them in punishing steel clamps. At this point I started to panic.

The stimulation of my cock by the clips, plus the continuous throbbing from the electrics had the contents of my bowels and bladder starting to complain. I really didn’t want to release the litre of consumed pee nor the aforementioned bowel contents into Maggie's Playroom. What a disaster that would be. I really had to beg to be allowed to go to the toilet. 

Understanding the emergency I saw Mistress snipping with her scissors unlike never before, at last I was free from my plastic wrapping and rushing across the landing. And boy did I need to go, but only after I had to removed the cock clamps that Maggie had evilly left in situ. I gingerly removed the Kegel balls, they’d been much easier to insert than extract on this occasion . . .  For all the wrong reasons! I sat for a good ten minutes, most embarrassed that I had to deal with these bodily functions within a stone’s throw of Mistress.

Mistress did have something else that she wished to inflict on her slave but that will wait for next time. Apart from the last 10 minutes of utter shame I had another thoroughly enjoyable experience of serving Mistress Maggie, but I suspect in the near future Maggie will be making sure she gets more satisfaction from her breath-taking activities. 

Thank you Mistress.