Black Friday

"A black rubber Mistress is on duty for Session 55. In fact everything will be black, sometimes for long periods. For best enjoyment it’s best to like black I think slave." 

This was my introduction to what my next session with Mistress Maggie would contain. Suitably understated, teasingly vague and classically titillating and tantalising, I love receiving my call up papers the evening before my visit to my Mistress. What could I glean from that? Black everything. Rubber, masks, blindfolds, but hopefully not Maggie in a black mood. I don't mind really, as Maggie, like everyone else, is entitled to vent her anger and black moods, the obvious recipients being her slaves. I was fortunate today, Mistress was in excellent spirits, not upset and really willing to explore all aspects of black latex play. I knew I was in for another exceptional experience the moment I walked through the door.

Mistress of course was all in black; a tight fitting latex skirt costume, zipped up to her chin, long gloves and latex hood with a long blond ponytail. I was soon to join her in my black latex catsuit, socks, gloves and a very fetching black latex hood. All black wasn't restricted to outside covering, Mistress explained that every sense would be under her total control, starting with an inflatable vibrating dildo gently positioned up my back side once the opening had been relaxed with a short deployment of my own butt plug. The zip was closed leaving just sufficient for the tube and connections leading to the vibrator to be fed through and I was an all black slave.

The next piece of the Black Friday jig-saw provided one of the most erotic experiences a slave is allowed to participate in. The dildo was strapped in place over my mouth and we adjourned to the Clinic for a spot of Mistress gratification. I, or rather the appendage attached to my mouth was being used to elicit the most guttural sounds from Maggie and I in turn was able to get a right eye full. Another moment when I felt really useful to Maggie, fulfilled and happy to help Mistress pleasure herself.

You also get a glimpse of the heavy black harness that Mistress wrapped round, securing me tightly in its grasp. I am not sure how a white target crept into the all black picture, unless it was to line something up during Maggie's fun time. You may also detect a distinct glint in my eyes and a huge smile under the dildo!

Eventually it was my time to climb on the couch. Not as unrestricted as Maggie, in fact I was tightly strapped ready for some more of Mistresses fun. In place of the dildo, I was inserted into the Russian gas mask. Tight, yet very comfortable and easy to breathe. A pair of Maggie's used black panties were inserted into the open breathing hole and wedged tightly enough to make breathing a little more difficult. A double coup for this slave. First being allowed to assist Mistress with the facial dildo then being allowed to breathe through a pair of her panties. Life was good for this slave on Black Friday.

Next a little mischievousness from Mistress. With me strapped immobile, my cock and balls were brought into the arena from their previously safe hiding place. I had arrived, as instructed, wearing my larger pee-through plug and this was the next area to receive attention. Mistress suggested several items that we may wish to hang from the protruding stainless steel loop. A bucket perhaps or even the re-breather bag would provide suitable ornamentation?

With the air supply cut off by Maggie's panties and the 
re-breather valve fully closed, I was told to last a minute without any replenishment. I'm still here and towards the end of that long minute, Maggie could have hung anything on the end of my cock ring and I would have been happy.

Mistress thought I hadn't had enough 'pleasure' yet. I keep mentioning Maggie is really thoughtful, and proceeded to wire up cock and balls to the Clinics electric supply, and to keep things tidy went on to encase cock, balls and trailing wires in the cock and ball sheath. 

You may gather from the photo that was certainly a 'snug' fitting sheath and I am sure my balls aren't actually that big. It did make for a nice, smooth, all black rubber slave for Mistress, allowing me to continue to please her all black theme. Even the bug eyes, that successfully eliminate all light through the Russian mask, came to the party and my vision matched the theme; all black.

With a pump pump here and a pump, pump there, here a buzz there a buzz everywhere a buzz buzz . . . . The passive inflatable dildo that had remained gently buzzing but flaccid from the start was now activated, as were the electrodes to cock and balls. I was really dancing to a pretty tune, apart from being strapped securely to the couch of course. Oh is there no end to the generosity from Mistress and the pleasure she brings to her slaves?


The answer is clearly no.

Mistress had one final pleasure that she wished to share with her slave. Well three actually if you count the nipple suction cups as two pleasures. I know Maggie enjoys a bit of breath restriction play and I am always willing to help Maggie satisfy her desires. The nipple cups were once again an illustration of how thorough and generous Mistress is when helping her slaves through their training. I thought I had escaped any nipple involvement as the breast zips had remained firmly closed, until now.


You will also note that apart from the white target on my forehead, the blue plunger was the only colour that Mistress allowed in an otherwise all black Friday session.

Maggie punched two small holes in the bag, reinforced with black tape just to make life more 'interesting' for me. I will try and hold out as long as possible before begging for air, I am more likely to receive an exquisite kiss through the plastic, the longer I can hold out. The two small holes provided almost, but not quite, enough air to survive. I did receive my kiss for lasting so long. Mistresses lips look so delightful through the steamy plastic as they move in close.

Then everything got a little frenzied. The nipple clamps were tightened a few turns, the butt plug pumped a couple of pumps, the electrics up a couple of notches and Mistress actually encouraged me to a fulfilling end to another excellent session. But there will only ever one Black Friday and there is only one Mistress Maggie.

A Little Quiet Contemplation

Like a naughty school boy, I was stood in the corner facing the cell wall whilst Mistress Maggie went about her Mistress work, polishing her own latex attire.

I am not sure Ofsted would approve. Me in full latex suit, rubber hood and secured against the cell door with stout straps. Rubber gag and blindfold made sure I wasn't going to complain. In any event, what did I have to complain about? I had just received an all over polish and been parked and secured against the cell door. It gave me time to think about my Mistress and what I had done right and more importantly anything that I had done wrong.

When released I could see that Mistress had been busy with a shining spray as her latex costume now had a mirror shine. I was to worship Mistress. All over her tight latex ski-pants, up and down her long boots, working my tongue around her corset buckles, in fact anywhere an eager slave was allowed to worship.

At the end, an electrode was secured and sealed on my balls inside the catsuit with a whisper from Mistress that "your cock will soon be getting very hot!"

Mistress and I had talked a few sessions back about an inflatable latex hood I had seen online, the bit that really excited me were the integral perspex eye holes that would make it airtight. What a surprise when Maggie announced that the exact same hood had arrived through her letter box very recently and I was going to wear it.

Or was I? "Shall I, shan't I let slave wear it?"  Mistress teased a little. "Would a little plastic bag treatment over the head be more appropriate? Gasp for breath then beg to wear the new hood, slave?"

I felt the softness as the gunmetal latex was gently rubbed against my cheeks and all the while, I was securely roped at shoulders elbows wrists and knees.

I thought the red ropes on black latex a nice touch as it was Valentines day after all. As it was the first hood wearing, Maggie decided, wisely as always, not to pump the hood to its maximum. That could wait for another day.

Meticulously planned as always. Mistress moved me from sitting to lying in the body-bag and the ropes required no adjustment. I was secure and I now understood why "your cock will soon be getting very hot!" Not quite a microwave, definitely not an oven but the body bag, combined with the electrics bubbling away on cock and balls certainly began to warm things up inside the bag. I was at the mercy of Mistress and her fiendish remote control. Just to be sure I was 'enjoying' my little bagged rest, Maggie 'allowed' me to wear a couple of nipple clamps; red of course to compliment the ropes and the colour of my bloody nipples after those vicious little blighters had done their work.

Ofsted rating of the Mistress Maggie Training Establishment? An outstanding provider of course.

A Testing Rubber Time

Mistress Maggie definitely has a liking for latex and specifically, it appears, for a pair of chlorinated black latex shorts that I bought to wear specially for Maggie's benefit (and mine if I am honest). It therefore came as no surprise when I was dispatched to the bathroom with instructions to return wearing the shorts and matching latex accessories of gloves and socks and, of course, my leather slave collar.

In an instance, my butt plug was securely inserted, I had the over-engineered steel collar locked over my slave collar and heavy shackles attached to arms and legs. It was time for a walk on a very short lead, a slow circuit or two round the playroom, Maggie walking alongside teasingly dangling a latex hood and said as we 'walked' around "Right slave today I am going to assess how much you like rubber." Mistress knows that I love rubber but loves to tease her slaves.

Mistress then asked me a stream of quick questions: my slave name, my purpose as slave, how much I loved rubber, to beg for it, and finally to quote my slave promise and a couple of the 16 house rules before I could have the latex mask fitted. Oh shit! That's when the heavy iron shackles took their toll. I had to concentrate on keeping up and couldn't accurately recite my promise but did spurt out at least one rule. "Rule 4  – The slave cannot possibly know all the rules". I thought that was the best one to know as it covers a slaves stupidity for the remaining 15 rules.

Not good enough. Maggie rapidly had my head inside a plastic bag to 'encourage' me to remember. Fine but that had the same effect as the shackles I concentrated on Mistress and not remembering the rules. Failed! I ended up leaning against the wall and receiving the crop for my tardiness. (Note for self when I revisit this blog. Learn the Rules and the promise I made to my Mistress). I was disappointed that I wasn't allowed the latex hood but mortified that I had not been able to quote my promise.

It appeared that Mistress Maggie does have a soft side that occasionally emerges and she did relent as I was led into the Clinic. I was allowed to wear the latex hood as I was inserted into the latex operation gown and strapped to the gynaecological couch ready for my operation. Maggie returned wearing her white doctors coat carrying a syringe. At the time I knew something was injected, one shot in each nipple ready for the next part of the procedure. On reflection, I am unsure what, if anything, was in the syringe. I couldn't see and Maggie has a wonderful way of fucking with her slaves minds. Either way it didn't matter as I have signed the full consent forms and willingly submit to anything that Mistress wishes to do to her slave.

Next stop after nipple pricking was my mouth. Maggie got me to open wide and, as with all good dental practises, stopped any involuntary biting of her latex gloved hands by applying the dental gag. The dental torch was turned on and its beam directed into my mouth. I am no expert but am fairly certain that there is something in the "Best Dental Support Manual" that indicates that a spreader should not be deployed so wide, but perhaps Mistress missed that page of the manual?. I was given a full inspection, teeth poked and prodded and I even had a filling applied, although the amalgam did taste a lot like toothpaste. Turns out it was; peppermint flavoured I think.

And now for some innovative post operative care. After a normal operation, you expect to receive bandages to cover the area operated on to aid recovery and prevent infection. Not the normal white crepe bandages for Doctor Maggie. Clingfilm bandages. Now I saw the reason for Mistress allowing me to wear the latex hood. Not because she was going soft. No! More part of her planning. Mistress, thorough in the planning department as always, tightly wound my latex head with clear plastic. Fortunately the affected area, my mouth, was the only bit left un-bandaged. Strange that in view of what was said earlier about where bandages are normally applied. Cling film is very effective and clingy when applied over latex.

The mouth was to be protected from outside contamination using the Drager mouth tube and rebreather bag. Unfortunately, due to the rounded nature of my stomach, the outlet for the rebreather bag kept attaching itself to my latex operating gown and, although Maggie knows I thrive on this type of breath play, she thought her patient would be safer without it and removed the rebreather bag. Shame really as I was starting to enjoy this recovery stage.

Of course, a vital part of post operative care is the monitoring and perhaps the odd injection or two to ensure a speedy recovery. More lateral and innovative thinking from Maggie. The more conventional approach to monitoring may have been to attach the monitor to a finger, injections to the arm and a thermometer under the tongue.

As you can see, Doctor Maggie applied the monitoring to my cock and balls. (I think she may have missed that page from the manual as well because I am sure the monitor should receive electrical input rather than give electric shocks to the patient.) The injection was up my backside with the introduction of an ice dildo in place of my butt plug, giving a slow release of the medicine and, according to Doctor Maggie, an insight into her recent trip to Chicago where temperatures were fit to freeze the nuts off a brass monkey; The use of a vibrating penis plug in place of a thermometer was either gross medical negligence, greatly innovative in design, or simply misreading another page in the manual. It was a relief to receive a gentle rubber gloved massage from Maggie as the final part of the recovery program.

If you have read this far you may be thinking that I am advocating Mistress refreshes her knowledge of certain parts of the Best Dental Support Manual. On the contrary. Another of the House rules that I was not able to quote is, Rule 6  – Mistress is never wrong and in any event, this patient has no complaints whatsoever.

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.