50th Celebrations

Mistress Maggie had decided that to mark our fiftieth session she would treat her slave, and asked what I fancied doing to mark such an occasion. An easy choice and no hesitation from me as I suggested Maggie choose something from her 'to do before too old’ list. Trying to be a slave to an exceptional Mistress is not about me or I, but about how to please your owner and what pleased Maggie was a trip to a local restaurant for a celebratory meal. It would also serve as a Christmas meal for us all.

From my earlier blogs, you would expect this would be no ordinary meal and the other point you may have gathered is that Maggie meticulously plans her activities with her slave, nothing is left to chance. And so it was for our meal. Unusually I received instructions on what was to happen a week before the event; normally I have 24 hours to get excited but this time I got a full seven days.

'You can take me out for lunch on Friday the 13th, I may pick something suitable from the menu for you.

You will need to hire a wheelchair slave, pick one that seems right for you and get it to my house before Friday, so I can inspect it and practise with it before our lunch date. . .' 

Two trips to my Mistress in the same week. It really was Christmas. Wheelchair practise was arranged for Wednesday which set my timetable to locate a hire chair and collect it for our adventure. '. . . just make sure it has handles so I can push you along and folds up to fit in your car. . . ‘.

It was an unusual feeling going into a hire shop to ask for a wheelchair. What was my reason? Why did I need it? I suddenly developed a brother from Yorkshire who was visiting for Christmas and couldn't bring his own chair on the train. Whatever, the story worked and I duly arrived at Maggie's Chambers with my new transport. 

Maggie had already planned the scenario. I was to be secured to the chair with stout leather straps and would be totally immobile. If anyone cared to ask, we would briefly explain that I’d been injured which left me paralysed from neck down. I was told not to worry as I would have a blanket to cover the leather mitts, straps around my waist and chest, upper and lower arms firmly strapped to chair, same with the top of the thighs. The dry run was thorough with one or two adjustments necessary to accommodate the shape of the chair; a neck brace made my slave collar invisible and finally Mistress was satisfied. John, Maggie's husband, would chauffeur us and take photos, Maggie would push me around and all I had to do was to sit still in the wheelchair bondage and not embarrass Mistress.

The chair itself was quite a novelty. None of us had any previous experience with a wheelchair, so we all enjoyed having a ride around in the lounge in it, checking out its pros and cons and generally get a bit of a feel for what it would be like to be truly immobilised due to disability.

Discussions about applying an invisible gag were soon knocked on the head, I can talk too much but Maggie took the more practical approach, deciding that if I were gagged then I couldn't be fed! Maggie seemed happy that her prep had gone well, and with all preparations complete I was sent home with a considerable protuberance inside my pants, full of excited expectation as to Fridays celebratory meal.

Boy, what an exciting two days. The anticipation and suspense surrounding what was about to happen was intense. The calling e-mail 24 hours before the meal did nothing to reduce that building excitement, in fact, just the opposite:

'. . . you can arrive in your rubber shorts under normal clothes and jacket, your red butt plug is required. Bring your black kit bag so that you are fully equipped for some after dinner pervery.

Let me know asap of any food allergies you have or any foods that you don't enjoy.

You can depend on me to make sure you are well catered for on your 50th anniversary slave. . .'  

I eat anything and everything so no worries there then, and so I arrived and had my butt plug installed ready for an exciting celebratory meal with my Mistress and her husband. 

The preparation paid off as arrival in the restaurant went without a hitch. John and Maggie getting me settled in and strapped into the chair in the car-park, covered my bondage secret with a blanket, the neck brace was strapped on and Maggie pushed me through into the dining hall. We were immediately welcomed and directed to our allotted table.

I was pleased I wasn't gagged as we were able to talk in a relaxed way, three friends out to celebrate. Maggie selected toad in the hole for me and laughed as she finally found a very effective yet totally natural gag to shut her slave up. I must say that sausage was beautiful and I thoroughly enjoyed being gagged in public by an incredibly attractive Mistress.

Maggie was in total charge of her slave and allowed me a glass of cider and a celebratory glass of wine. Both, of course, having to be drunk through a straw as Maggie held the glass.

Every now and then her mischievous side crept to the forefront with a whispered tease in my captive ear or the straw just a little out of reach and we chatted and relaxed.

And the final part of Maggie's meticulous planning. A fiftieth 'birthday' cake. Maggie had baked a nice chocolate one and delivered it to the restaurant earlier in the day, the staff had been instructed to carry it out at the end of the meal. The restaurant staff were blissfully unaware of the little play that was being enacted in their restaurant, they appeared carrying a cake with a lighted candle, and to my complete surprise headed towards our table singing ‘Happy Birthday Dear Jo’.

The staff were excellent and I have great admiration how, with me in the wheelchair, we were made to feel welcome and not like a social outcast. I would have shaken their hands but for the bondage mitts that were secured firmly to the wheelchair arms. I wonder if they would have appreciated my slave collar disguised by the neck brace? 

I just hope that Maggie and her husband enjoyed the adventure as much as I did. The picture suggests that Maggie should be able to tick off one more item from her 'to-do’ list, and that smile to me suggests a very happy and relaxed Mistress, which is after all what every slave should aim to achieve.

Oh what a buzz. I can only restate that I must be the luckiest slave alive to be owned and trained by such an experienced and attractive Mistress.

Just for clarification as I am sure someone may be interested, the beanie hat has been electronically added for anonymity and did not form part of my dressing and I know I look old for 50.

The bottom line is Friday the 13th is always a lucky day for me when I am in training with my Mistress.

A Greener Approach to Breathplay

I wonder if the organisers of the Olympic Games had any concept that their security measures would be recycled to provide Mistress Maggie with the means of keeping her slave panting for attention? The football at Old Trafford, like many other Olympic venues used copious quantities of large plastic bags for security checking, and strangely as I was being frisked, my thoughts turned momentarily to Maggie and the possible use of the bag in my training. During the football foreplay I carefully undid the knot in the top of the bag and stored it away for later. Recycling at its best.

I detected a smile as I donated the bag at the start, then certainly a big grin as Maggie eased my head and upper body inside the Olympic souvenir. I had already donned my tight black latex catsuit and received my new red butt-plug and was ready to entertain Mistress with my gasping and begging for air. With a little tugging, pulling, stretching and coaxing, Maggie was able to securely pinion my arms inside the bag to form an almost perfect seal across my rather rounded stomach. Hmmm. I hadn't thought about that when I so gleefully presented Mistress with my offering. A token satin wrist bondage completed the dressing.

One thing is for certain, Maggie was able to leave me bubbling away inside the bag for far longer, and the exhaled air created my own sauna environment as you can see from the moist hair and steamed up bag.

The next part was expected by me and planned meticulously by Maggie. I had rather rashly volunteered to bring in some flora from my garden in the shape of 'cultivated' nettles.


I carefully dug them up, potted them and left them to grow before I got the summons to bring them to Mistress as part of my training today. (Reminder to self for future. Kill off all nettles in the garden). Nettles are actually notoriously difficult to cultivate requiring good rich soil to flourish and prefer undisturbed roots, so any slaves contemplating cultivation, be warned, it's not an easy horticultural exercise.

For the second time this nettling season I was instructed to launch my exposed cock and balls into a thick bush and despite what it looks like, I was not humping the plant. One of the problems with my artificially propagated plants is that I got unpredictable growth patterns, ending up with one long appendage and two shorter ones. I was attempting to avoid catching the long one full in the stomach whilst caressing the shorter twigs as Maggie had so sweetly instructed. ( I shouldn't give away trade secrets, but aim for the older growth as that doesn't sting as much.)

When I was a lad and got stung with nettles, we were told to rub the affected area with dock leaves to take away the pain. No such luck. No rubbing and Maggie just laughed that endearing laugh, when she gets the results she had planned for.

And for the penultimate part of today's session: I was to core and prepare a bowl of strawberries for my Mistresses consumption. I knew this was scheduled as Maggie had let me know the general content of training with the previous evening calling e-mail:

' . . . Your duties will include entertaining and feeding her Majesty. I am still loving strawberries, make sure you bring tasty sweet ones or else. Her Majesty will be choosing one of her loyal subjects to share her juices with, you could well be a candidate if you're not caught up in a ceremony on the Olympic throne or tending the royal garden'.

OK if you think it an easy task, you want to try doing it with your wrists shackled, attached to the very heavy iron neck collar, mouth zipped shut and eye holes barely open on the thick latex hood. It is indicative of Maggie's care for her charges that I was allowed to wear the posture collar underneath the iron collar, although it was a little cruel to zip the mouth shut. Everyone knows that cooks have to sample the produce just to be certain it is fit for purpose of course. Oh well if there was something wrong, Maggie would no doubt let me know. (If anyone reading this is placed in a similar situation, take extra care of the heavy clanking chains against the porcelain of the basin. A good clanking could end in a good beating.) So it was not that easy a task.

As instructed, I stood to attention whilst Mistress relaxed on the bed and teasingly ate each red orb with a long sensuous caress. Maggie knows exactly what effect that action has on her devoted slaves. It is certainly visible and much better than a dock leaf being rubbed on nettle stings.

I did get a welcome drink though.

Willing Volunteer

I eagerly volunteered when I got wind that Mistress Maggie was about to capture some of the capabilities of her new White Room Clinic for her web site. In fact I positively pestered Mistress and she finally agreed to allow me to assist in the role of patient. I mean, which self respecting slave would not want to help their Mistress, or in this case, Rubber Nurse to demonstrate her medical expertise before the official launch of the new facility. As I continually find out during our sessions, Maggie has many very wonderfully effective ways of silencing a pestering slave.

Maggie had been very thorough in all aspects of her preparation and planning; exactly as you would expect from a Mistress of many years experience. Maggie’s husband John was there, at the ready with his camera and other pieces of professional photographic kit. Today, because the session would have several different themes, Maggie had storyboarded each scene with which shots she wanted to achieve, what props would be needed for each procedure, what slave would be doing and a suggested narrative.

Maggie intended to present her Clinic in a new and innovative style, with each picture being accompanied by a cartoon style speech bubble.

Mistress kindly let me have some of the photos taken during today's medical shoot as a memento. Here I was to wear a simple black and white latex hood, modified by Mistress Maggie to her own design, rubber gloves and socks, a red leather collar and, if you look closely, a red rubber cross on my forehead to reinforce the medical theme. I wasn't sure what Maggie was doing here but it does look like she is pushing buttons with the pink vibrator and using my sound filled cock as a gear lever. Oh well I am sure it was on the storyboard.

I really had little input. Just to lie back, stand up, open mouth, accept blindfold, enjoy the enema and subsequent anal examination, jump a little when the e-stim was applied and generally be what I am good at, being Mistresses dummy.

This overhead shot was accompanied by much amusement as Johns head kept appearing through the trapdoor in the ceiling, getting the lighting just right, making sure the storyboard was being followed whilst Maggie gave an occasional brush of the sound that was firmly embedded up my cock to keep me nice and hard whilst the scene was set.

It also shows the general layout of the new clinic; the crisp, clean medically inspired colouring and layout, the cunning use of the diagonally laid black and white tiles, again so thoughtfully planned, to draw the viewer in from the door to the new centrepiece, the gynaecological couch.

The enema bag was to be filled by Maggie and then fed into her slave. I must admit it is a nice feeling to be filled from the inside by Mistresses pee even though it was in the name of publicity, I was receiving a slave rush that was amazing and very fulfilling.

The session was so diverse that I will just mention a few of the other 'activities' that Mistress used me for. I had my cock and balls medically bandaged, that put the pressure on all the right places; a selection of hoods to change slaves appearance, an eye test, a gas mask and re breather with the e-stim, guaranteed to make you pant and jump together. You can see more pictures of The White Room shoot and specifically some excellent photographs of Mistress Maggie in action. It is harder than I thought just being a mannequin for Mistress. Hold that pose . . .  keep your cock up . . .  look as though you are enjoying the e-stim . . .  smile at the camera . . .

After we had finished the shoot, Maggie and slave adjourned to the Playroom where I was helped into my catsuit and under the slithery rubber bed sheet, my balls were tied to the bed end and my face subjected to some heavy rubber smothering and, finally slave was allowed a nice Mistressy drink. I am still amazed at the volume of wine that can be stored in such a small and delicate stomach.

I think we were both a little knackered after such an action crammed afternoon, but another memorable session.

Half Cooked Slave

I had blotted my copy book again, with some misplaced comment about that damn dog. How was I to know that Mistress Maggie was keen on that red coated Mountie and particularly his deaf dog Deifenbaker. I should have known a slave comes well below a husky Mountie, in fact below a husky in the scheme of things. Anyway, I was instructed to arrive at the session with ” . . . 50 handwritten lines as follows - 'I must not compare myself to Diefenbaker, a superior dog' . . .” It was going to be a ruff session. It has been a long time since I had to do handwritten lines!

Maggie was to use today to help introduce me to more tactile experiences, and to help her slave broaden my limited 'likes' and identify the different materials that Maggie likes to employ in her slave training sessions; I like what I am told to like by Maggie. My being in the dog-house was not helped by the fact I had mis-identified her footwear as PVC boots when of course, they were leather. A basic mistake and one Mistress would work on to ensure instant recognition of many more of her fetish materials. The first new material was the red silicone butt plug that Maggie had provided for my personal use. Exactly the right size to slip tightly in with a lot of lube. Red silicone filling my bum hole was a good start to my new tactile experiences!

Next was identification of plastic, hemp and leather. Hemp rope to attach me to the bondage chair, leather collar and plastic to help clear sinuses and allow me to lick and appreciate the feel of plastic, from inside the bag of course. As the plastic grasped against my face and I gasped about the failing oxygen, Maggie smiled, as only Maggie can, looked straight into my soul and suggested that I might like to admit that I love the plastic sensations I was receiving. I was enjoying being totally under Maggie's control; I was enjoying the suffocating experience and I was starting to run out of air! "I love plastic, Mistress" I was just able to gasp to secure my release. "There will be no rubber for you until you are better educated”.

That damn dog again. After my plastic identification experience, Mistress wanted to find out if I was a good dog as well and tied my balls to my ankles before kicking me with her leather boots, walking me round on a leather lead and cracking my arse with a leather paddle held nonchalantly in her leather gloved hands. I then had to lick the boots until Mistress was satisfied that I could accurately identify her boots as leather and not plastic. I think it worked because I was starting to enjoy the taste, smell, touch sound and look of the real leather shiny black thigh boots. It looks good, it tastes good and by golly, it does you good.

At last, Maggie relented about the 'no rubber' and fitted me into a black rubber hood and topped it all by slowly parting her natural latex coloured skirt and sinking very gracefully across my mouth. More rubber! I must have passed the identification tests; leather, plastic, rope, cire coat and of course rubber, otherwise Maggie would not then have helped me into my red rubber catsuit. 

I was initially disappointed that the new red silicone butt plug had to be removed, but smiled as a vibrating plug took its place. Not that the smile was visible through the s10 gas mask and blindfold that Maggie fitted her slave into. 

Maggie knew of course that I was smiling as she eased me into the clear plastic body bag ready for her slave to be sealed into my airtight resting place. Mistress knows exactly how to bring a smile to her slaves.

The tens unit had been quietly attached to my balls as Maggie was helping me into the suit. I did notice of course but it was of less importance than Mistress gently easing her slave into tight rubber. A squeeze, a tug, a shuffle and a stroke totally overwhelmed the sensation of the attachment of a couple of electrodes and their wires. And finally, a breathing tube and filter made me airtight and snug ready for incarceration in the thick plastic body bag.

A little passive fun for Mistress as I was laid gently on the carpet and the body bag sealed leaving enough space for the gas mask tube and wires.

I was starting to warm inside the bag and suit but was comfortable apart from the odd times when Maggie stuck something over the air filter or started cooking me with the tens machine. At least one of us was pleased that the machine ended up on maximum.

After suitable cooking time, the next thing I was permitted to see was Mistress in a brown mask of some sort. By this time I was a little disorientated and thought the situation a little weird. I wasn't far enough gone not to enjoy the nipple tweaking face sitting and other goodies that Mistress allowed her slave to enjoy.

You can just glimpse the cushion that Mistress provided for her slaves comfort. I am truly a very fortunate slave to be owned by such a caring and considerate Mistress.


That dog is not so bad after all judging be the ending that he led me to. Perhaps you might say I'm the contents of a doggy bag . . . then again, perhaps not.

Sounds in my New Suit

I like to present Mistress Maggie with the occasional gift that I know she will appreciate and today, being at the height of the strawberry season, I produced some nicely ripe, very red and very firm berries and a pot of cream for Mistress to enjoy at her leisure. I certainly didn't expect their consumption to be such an erotic experience.

Today had been designated as the day Mistress would fit me into my new rubber catsuit, making sure that the operational functions that Maggie had helped design actually performed as we hoped. The suit had arrived from an internet supplier and I hadn't dare try it on, but now was the time. I was sent to the bathroom to return in my latex socks, gloves and nothing else, to be greeted with my new skin laid neatly on the bed. My excitement would have to wait as I have more important duties to perform when I enter Mistresses chambers. Devotions to my Mistress; licking and cleaning and admiring her rubber catsuit, leather studded accessories and rubber gloves.
I had almost forgotten the rubber suit resting and warming just a few feet away until Maggie led me to the bed, and in that very sensual tone unique to Maggie I was asked if I was excited. Yes, I was excited and even more when she threatened to give the suit a full and thorough testing. First all the zips were opened and closed; ankle and wrist zips; nipple zips, one per nipple of course and the three way zip that can produce immediate openings where and when required.

The zips worked well and after a little talc I was in. Mistress smoothed and tugged and pulled and stroked until finally the suit fitted her slave like a glove and she walked me to the full length mirror so we could both admire how it fitted. I, of course was more interested in the reflection of Maggie in the mirror just behind me.

After the viewing, I was hung up to the ceiling ring to allow unrestricted polishing to clear away the smears of talc. Mistress liked her slave in rubber and said so as she worked her polishing magic all over the suit; a quick squirt of Mr Sheen followed by a vigorous rub and so it continued ALL over until I sparkled like a polished rubber toy. By this time I was fully rubbered, topped off with the rubber hood, sealed in place with my slave collar. It is rather a nice experience being polished by a rubber clad Mistress. I hope it happens again!

Once polished I was released from the overhead, but only to allow a black rope harness to be knotted in place. Quite quick but expertly applied securing me to the bondage chair. At least it was comfortable. I was also reattached to the overhead but this time by means of the very stout iron neck collar, locked in place and chained either side to the ceiling ring. I sat there unable to move, just admiring Mistress as she lounged on the rubber covered bed and unable to speak due to the inflated butterfly gag that Maggie had dextrously inserted.

Maggie's truly sadistic side then came to the fore as she lay there and quite blatantly seduced me with the strawberries and cream. I could only watch and groan as she lay propped on one exquisite elbow sucking, caressing teasing and finally devouring her strawberries and cream. That was cruel but something a slave has to endure. Worse than the bondage and chastisement, seeing Mistress so sexily eating but untouchable and in total charge of her slave and not one strawberry saved for her drooling slave!

I was reminded by Mistress that all the pleasure I was enjoying had to be balanced with pain. The universe had to remain in balance as she opened the nipple zips and attached two of her nipple clamps. I suppose there was some symmetry there; Mistress ate the strawberries I had provided and in turn I was being eaten by the nipple clamps that Maggie had provided. Everything in balance.

A little more suit testing was required and I was released from my ropes, Maggie manoeuvred me over the high horse and slowly slid down the three way zip to provide just sufficient an opening to mount me from the rear and give my arse a good seeing to. The zips worked well, as can be attested to by the very pleasant glow that was building in my backside.

Mistress had more surprises and her printed schedule required moving to the Clinic where I was going to receive my introduction to sounds. Nothing to do with ears decibels etc, much more intimate than that. I was to maintain steady breathing using a rebreather mask, then Maggie gently lubed up my urethra and ever so gently let my first sound find its way easily and smoothly down my cock.

I must admit, for the first time, it was totally pain free and I was a little disappointed when Maggie declared that she had achieved what was required and didn't want to damage her property with anything larger this first time. I certainly didn't feel damaged but Maggie was at the sharp end, so to speak, and declared the inaugural sounding well and truly open. Mistress applied a little juice by sticking electro pads on my scrotum but kept her e-stim simple, balls pulsing at a gentle rhythm, cock and sound gently swaying, her slave had just successfully received the sound and she didn't want to spoil my new sound sensation. I have said before that Maggie always looks after the welfare of her slaves and today was no exception. I know I am safe in her hands. Sometimes I think Mistress is too good to her slaves, but I am certainly not complaining.

After all the intense new activities, it was time for Mistress to have some relaxing rubber fun and we returned to the Playroom for Maggie to slip and slide and slither all over her rubber slave as we luxuriated and relaxed on the rubber bed and I reflected on another exceptional experience with Mistress Maggie.