A Right Good Plastic Planking

My next training plan arrived . . .  to take pictures of the plank in use. With this in mind you should behave like a model, make sure you are well groomed and ready for film, it should not take much talent to lie on a plank and have your Mistress make you secure.

Mistress Maggie and her husband John had created yet another masterpiece for Maggie to use on her slaves. A simple plank with detachable legs, solid construction and certainly sufficient for my bulk, beautifully finished and incredibly sturdy in operation. At a less superficial level, the simplicity allows so much versatility when used in The Playroom. Today it was to be used to make Mistresses slave totally immobile and I loved the concept.


In common with virtually all my training, lessons commenced with paying homage to Mistress. On this occasion it was cleaning and worshipping her boots. Black shiny patents just below the knee and laced up the front. It is always a wonderful start as I gently cradle her legs and work my tongue up and down, staying strictly on the footwear. Today I had a black latex hood, but in other lessons Mistress strokes my hair as I proceed with my duties. In either case it is a highly charged, intimate re-acquaintance between Mistress and slave.


Before moving to the business of the session, Maggie had some unfinished business to perform. Punishment brought on by my untidiness in the previous session, when I had inadvertently opened my mouth and left dribbles on the Playroom upholstery. Straight over her knee and a warm arse spanking to remind me that such tawdriness would not be tolerated.


Worship and outstanding business completed, we moved to the landing for me to help Mistress retrieve the plank. After all what use is it having a devoted slave if they don't perform some of the humping and moving of the heavier equipment. The tree was retrieved along with the four legs, Mistress got the legs, I got the heavy bit and one of those delightfully twinkly smiles from Maggie when she knows exactly what predicament her slave will be in. A quick screw of each leg and Maggie was keen to demonstrate how sturdy it was by sitting in the middle. No give or bend at all.

Apart from the almost obligatory socks and gloves, no more latex today. The latex hood was removed and replaced with the plastic inflatable one and I was inserted into the loose fitting, very comfortable plastic body suit. The reason? Shrink wrap and plastic stick so well together as I was rapidly going to find out.

Although The Plank was new, I can testify that Mistress is no novice when it comes to wrapping her belongings. Worthy of mention as it again illustrates Maggie's attention to detail, small cushions were placed at the nape of the neck and one beneath the ankles. These were essential to a slaves well being. After all, what good is a permanently damaged slave to his Mistress?

My hood became tight as Mistress breathed her air into the inflation valve, isolating the inner mask from the outer world.

Ah the hair dryer! Just when I thought things couldn't get tighter, out came the heavy duty hair dryer. Maggie played it all over my body and that really did tighten things up. It was a little strange that Maggie spent quite a bit of time playing the heat on my lower midriff area and what you can see, just, is the ball weight that Maggie instructed me to arrive wearing and a rather rampant but highly compressed cock.

I must say that the criss-crossing leather straps were a little like overkill and I mentioned this to Mistress after the session. Maggie simply said it was a statement and an aesthetically pleasing addition to her work of art. Maggie had fun wrapping the continuous leather strap round her plastic toy.

Then the sweetest of actions that Mistress occasionally bestows on her slave. She blew me a kiss gently down the air hole accompanied by a good lungful of Mistress air for me to breathe. As a positive bonus to my hard work during the session, this photo shows the absolutely stunning profile of my Mistress.

Then time to treat me to a vision of her in her opaque plastic mac that I had previously so admired. As the picture shows, the sheen of her mac really complements the glistening of the plastic covered blob on The Plank. To quote Mistress Maggie, 'the translucent metallic lining gives the raincoat a super sharp glassy look and an element of mystery'. I could not begin to describe the effect as well as Mistress did. It did of course mean that my appendage just strained more and more inside the wrapping.

Not for the first time, I struggled for breath as Mistress slithered over my tightly restricted chest in her stunning mac; not enough to induce panic but sufficient to know that Maggie was in TOTAL charge of her property. The plastic of her mac and the plastic of my body making those squeaky plasticky sounds that can only be achieved by plastic on tight plastic.

Back to the script, off came the inflatable mask and Mistress continued with the final lessons of the session. I was to be reminded that at all times I am her property and plaything and that whatever Mistress wished to do to her slave would happen. I was, after all hardly in a position to argue. Maggie positioned herself over my face and let out a stream of sweet wine into the mouth of her slave.

It was a long session and I need to thank Mistresses husband, John, for the patience and expertise he showed taking the pictures as well as creating The Plank. We had agreed before the start that this would be a good platform for the new skill of Planking and I readily agreed to Johns presence throughout to take some excellent shots.

Did I behave like a model? If a model is a rigidly fixed plastic slave on a plank then Yes. 

Did I require any talent for this photo shoot? No, only unswerving loyalty and obedience to my Mistress.

Did The Plank stand up to the weight of a 'chunky' slave? Yes it is definitely fit for purpose.


Note for you Plankers out there. After a lengthy Planking your knees lock. It takes a little while for them to relax and start to function again. Mistress was aware of this temporary effect and allowed plenty of recovery time once released. 


I am really fortunate that I have an excellent Mistress who knows these things.

Mistress Pulled in Playroom

Don't get the wrong idea about the title; all will become clear.

What was clear before my training with Mistress Maggie was that I had pulled my back doing something or other. Anyway, Mistress expects and demands honesty from her slaves, so I notified Maggie beforehand that I was experiencing the occasional twinge. I normally make no requests as Maggie is always in total charge, but on this occasion I asked if my slave dressing could include the broad waist corset to act as a back support. There was no way that I was prepared to miss my training if at all possible. I have recently read that, to be a really great Mistress requires more than just the ability to inflict pain, any sadist can do that. Nor just the ability to tie someone up or to always look absolutely stunning. But the truly great Mistress shows understanding, care and empathy for the slaves they own and know when to adjust their approach to their charges and when to accept that the slave is less than 100%. Maggie once more proved a really great Mistress with the changed tone of the calling email  '. . . I have devised a lighter session for a delicate slave as a foundation for tomorrows training . . .'

And so it was. I was able to perform my obligatory worship at the start of the session and helped into my red latex catsuit by Maggie. I have already extolled the virtues of this experience so suffice is to say by the time Maggie had cleaned and polished her slave, I was feeling a little excited to say the least. The waist corset added to that excitement and I knew my back would be fine. In fact, all the omens were that today was going to be, yet again, one of those very exciting sessions.

First session after Christmas and Mistress was aware her slave may be a little boisterous and very pleased to resume training. To remove all temptation and avoid the odd hand trying to sneak a gentle caress of a passing latex clad cheek, or perhaps trying to lick a nipple as it wafted in range of an eager mouth, Mistress took the pragmatic approach and made sure hands and face were otherwise occupied. Naturally, a stern ‘don't do it’ would be effective, but I think Mistress found it far more rewarding to use distraction therapy as she teased her very willing subject.

The solution was quick, easy and most effective. Stick something in each hand with instructions not to drop them and attach a full face visor, add a couple of short lengths of chain and once more Maggie could start to enjoy herself without the worry of a recalcitrant slave. Of course, when the left handed object was put to its intended use by Mistress, the chain then became an essential adornment. I loved every moment of the torment. The only thing that wasn’t used during Maggie's playtime was the useless object between my legs. The other three rubber dildos each saw their fair share of action and the gasmask did occasionally mist up due to over use of the breathing tube. Hmmm, helluva late Christmas present and my hands didn't stray once.

Maggie obviously had had a good Christmas and remained in playful mood and had rapidly redesigned this part of the session to help with any potential back issues. The intention was to encourage a good, upright posture while exercising the leg muscles in a natural way. Natural! Humph that was a laugh. What I had to do was manoeuvre sideways in crab-like fashion whilst tethered like a puppet on two horizontal ropes. To make the task more interesting Mistress blindfolded me, then locked the leather head cage in place and finished it all with my slave collar, d-ring to the front. My sense of direction would be directed by listening to my Mistresses laughter and encouraging comments. Follow the voice and progress to and fro across the room. One end of the pair of ropes was secured to the cell bars whilst the other ends were stretched taught and secured to the Playroom throne, where Maggie sat majestically calling the tune.

Moving away from the cell anchorage was a bit of a struggle with the rope being reluctant to slide through the three d-rings. Not insurmountable. A big strong step sideways and the ropes began sliding and I was on the move. Two or three steps and the instruction reversed and I side-stepped relatively easily back to the cell bars.

Too easy for Maggie's liking, and one of the Playroom weights was hung from my dangling balls with the delightfully whispered comment.  'Lets see what you work like with stretched balls.'

At this point I should mention that I had no recollection of my cocks attachment to the bears spiky collar. The photo suggests I am actually trying something strange with the Playroom’s leather bear. Fortunately it is an optical illusion staged by Maggie; I do love her sense of humour.

After the session Mistress commented about the peculiar shot with her bear: 'Yes, I admit that I pointed my camera that way on purpose and that you are not abusing my bear in this photograph. No need anyway Jo, it's a moment that can be saved for a better occasion, I am more than happy to devise a whole session based on your interaction with my leather bears sounding jewellery.

In the meantime it would be a good idea for you to hide your shyness and become more familiar and personable with my bear - his name is Ted.'

Anyway, back to pulling my Mistress. I moved crab-like away from the cell doors. Same routine, a quick tug to get the ropes moving and away I went. I was getting quite cocky now, trying to entertain Mistress with a little jig to really set the ball weight dancing. At the other end, Maggie lightly kicked my ball weight resulting in me swivelling away in surprise, consequently when I started to move I set off in the wrong direction. The rope reins tightened and I heard a squeal of amusement as the Playroom throne with Queen Maggie on it set into motion, her majesty being dragged along by her unruly slave as I set off across the room at a tangent. I stopped of course, Maggie laughed, relocated the bondage chair, put me back in the correct alignment, another playful swing of the ball weights, and the rest of the exercise was completed without further Mistress pulling. Who says a simple, fat slave cannot pull a beautiful Mistress?

And so to bed. Maggie had planned a bit of light muscle stimulation as a finale, or so she said. The light stimulation was achieved by some nice looking and apparently benign suction electrodes attached to the e-stim. The important point to know about them is they are used in pairs, so that any current only passes the short distance through the nipple. They are therefore safe to use above the waist. Another safety consideration that Mistress takes into account when planning electro-play.

Each pair of electrodes was attached independently to her e-stim circuits, and I think I detected Maggie tuning a symphony on each nipple by constantly adjusting the outputs to each one. Never a dull moment. A slow slow quick quick slow rhythm at the same time as a rumba on the other one. At least Maggie exercised some distraction therapy to take my mind away from the Blue Tit Tinglers. I was relieved that she did, as their rhythms were definitely heading for Strictly Cum Dancing.

I think every mask that Maggie uses on her slaves has a mouth shaped like a scowl or to depict an unhappy slave. In reality it should show perhaps the odd grimace, maybe an occasional twitch but predominantly a really big smile of satisfaction. I might not always appreciate her sense of humour but I always appreciate Maggie's sense of professionalism and safety.

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.