My First Catheter

Mistress Maggie greeted me in her new plastic mackintosh. Not just an ordinary plastic mac; thick material, semi opaque, beautifully cut and purchased from Rubber Eva. After tearing my eyes away from the diaphanous vision, I noticed Mistress was wearing suspenders, stockings and spiky black stiletto court shoes. That should prove interesting for my devotions at the start of the session!

I was instructed to sit on the bed as Maggie sat alongside in her new mac. Before allowing me intimate contact with the mac, Maggie explained that I would have a gentle introduction to the smell of plastic as Mistress slipped a plastic bag over my head for preliminary suffocation. Maggie introduced a small aroma soaked pad inside the bag as it was sealed round my neck and I was told to breath hard. Aromas have the effect of relaxing me and before I knew it, I was strapped to the upholstered bench feeling much more relaxed as I was introduced to the strong intoxicating plastic smell of that high class garment. Maggie happily spent some considerable time facesitting her slave and I was privileged that Maggie allowed me to examine it at such close quarters and spent as long as I could looking, touching feeling, kissing and licking anywhere and everywhere that Mistress would allow.



It was now time for goodbyes to an old friend and hello to a new companion. Once into my red catsuit, Maggie thought it appropriate for a short ceremonial photo to consign my old red plug to history and say hello, intimately, to the new larger sized black plug that Mistress had obtained for me. I was to wash it first and return to the playroom, present my bent arse over the horse and beg to have her insert it, which I did with no hesitation at all. ‘Please fit my new plug Mistress’.

Maggie gave me a work out with her strapon to make way for the new toy and was pleased with the size and relative ease that the new plug eased its way into its new home. Of course I was pleased. Laying on the bench whilst Mistress introduced copious quantities of lubricant and gently eased my new friend into its new home. I could certainly tell it was bigger. Not painfully so, but it would be a while before the new plug expelled itself. Mistress fitted the blow up gag and leather head harness and hung me from the overhead, arms spread wide, legs tightly strung together where I was left to contemplate and accommodate my new addition to my training attire.

I was just getting used to my new situation when Nurse Maggie returned. Released from the overhead, head harness and gag, Rubber Nurse led me through to the clinic for the next part of my training, a particularly nice rebreather hood was zipped on suitable for an intense medical procedure. I didn’t even know I was ill, oh well, nurse knows best!

From my position on the couch, I could see Rubber Nurse moving, retrieving equipment and then I got a glimpse of the catheter. A Foley catheter I think. I knew now that the fantasy I had revealed all those weeks back was to be realised. I had got the t-shirt, read the book, seen the video, now I was to have 'been there and done that'.

The procedure was text-book. Maggie, as always, was scrupulously meticulous in the cleanliness and the procedure followed exactly one of the NHS videos I had viewed online. What they don't tell you in the video is the fantastic feeling as the catheter is, oh so gently, inserted and slithers its way deep inside and yet another bodily function is completely under your Mistresses control.


Once the catheter was nicely installed and juices flowing, I was made comfortable under the red latex operation sheet, Maggie removed my new friend and replaced it with an inflatable anal balloon with through tube, into which was bubbled some rather soapy Castile mild baby soap and plugged to keep it there. Yet another function now under Maggie’s control, and finally the inflatable gunmetal latex hood removed much of my hearing, I couldn't talk and I was left to meditate and accept that total control of all my functions rested in the very capable hands of a very capable Mistress with top and tail pumped up rather nicely.

I think the highlight of this session was provided after the hood had been removed. We walked downstairs and I was allowed to gently pedicure Mistresses feet. Passing me an emery board and with her bare feet positioned on my lap, Mistress Maggie had trusted me to gently file away some roughness and then apply foot cream to leave her feet soft and relaxed. All this whilst still plugged and catheterised. I am one very happy slave.

Vacuum Packed slave

Life as one of Mistress Maggie's slaves isn't all a bed of roses. Try as I might to avoid anything that would give Mistress Maggie the slightest excuse to administer additional punishment, I frequently end up with the juxtaposition by mentioning what I think are the most innocent and innocuous of things. Maggie is razor sharp when it comes to picking up even a hint of an excuse, then strikes like a coiled cobra to pounce and enthusiastically administer an extra flogging, strapping or caning to her useless slave. All fully deserved of course as Mistress is always right.

I had been told by Mistress that she was looking for a reason to thrash me, and demanding her time with ‘petty pedantries’ was enough to earn such a thrashing. I thought I was being helpful but Mistress, as always, knew I was being a smart arse so promptly set about giving me a smarting arse. The session got off the ground, literally as that cane does really make you jump, with a caning. I hadn't even been given time to change from my outdoor clothes. Down with pants, for a good caning with me once again spread over the whipping horse. No gag or restraints. I am well enough trained to do as instructed. Stretch out grunt a bit, even the odd spot of begging or even an occasional tear but otherwise take my punishment like a good slave.

During my corrective treatment I was to recite Rule 4, one of the 16 rules Mistress expects her slaves to live by during their training. That was bloody hard because the cane hurts like hell and I had to remember Rule 4 in between yowling as each stroke found its mark. Rule 4 is a really good one to learn as it does cover a multitude of bad memory lapses during a punishment: The slave cannot possibly know all the rules. - I suggest you learn that one well!


After the whirlwind had subsided and Maggie appeared a lot happier having got rid of some of her tension on her slaves backside, it was back to the schedule as if nothing had happened. In fact, nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. A smart arse slave got his just deserts and punishment from his Mistress. A natural occurrence in the slave world. First to go on were the ox balls and leather separating strap. You can see where they got the name from as my balls look huge in the photo.

On with my rubber gloves and socks, butt plug inserted, helped into the thick black rubber catsuit and I was prepared and very ready for the next part of my training. Maggie did double check that I was OK before advising me that I would be incarcerated in the vac bed for a considerable length of time. A kind of vacuum packing not yet available in the supermarkets. Imagine at checkout, one cucumber, a packet of condoms, a tube of K-Y and, oh yes one vacuum packed slave please! I bet JS's shares would rocket if that ever occurs.

It is reassuring that Maggie always checks safety issues although I felt it unnecessary as I had a delightful experience the first time. Still it doesn't hurt to be cautious and Maggie is always right.

However, having the estim set to Program 4 level 10 around my delicate little bits might hurt quite a bit, particularly if I was inside for ninety minutes to gauge the long-term effects of vac-packing slaves. Does the product remain fresh? What are the results of miscellaneous external stimuli on the goods?  Does the effect of closing the airway for short periods effect the meat and two veg? All vital marketing questions that Maggie needed to investigate.

Finally a snug latex hood and I was settled inside the bed between the two clinging rubber layers with a rubber tube for an airway. The estim went on its insidious, unstoppable journey of teasing and tormenting and Maggie frequently added to that sense of building tension as she stroked my bits and pieces and applied the Playroom vibrator at strategic times to, by then, very sensitive areas. It was all merging into a very tense and exciting 90 minutes as I lay there, vacuum packed and once again in the total control of an exceptional Mistress.

Imagine the absolute high generated when Maggie de-vacuumed the bed, climbed inside and gave me a once over to make sure her property was still as fresh as when packaged and then gave me the most gentle of cuddles. Of course, she removed her red shoes that at the start of the session had received the correct level of slave homage.  I nearly lost control at that stage - but didn't; I have been too well trained for that to be allowed to happen. I think Maggie was satisfied that the vacuum packing is an effective method of slave preservation and control.

The session was far from over and the next bit was certainly going to be more taxing than the vac-bed but hopefully less painful than the cane. My balls were attended to first, squeezed inside a rubber ballsack, I was fitted with a gas mask and wrist and ankle shackles attached and close coupled. A nice touch was the rather fetching leather corset that makes this slave look a little thinner. The intention is, of course another item of bondage but it is really nice to wear for extended periods. The killer was the weight of chain Mistress applied. Most amusing to Maggie as I clinked and clanked down the stairs on my backside and most strenuous to me having ankles and wrists restricted, wearing the gas mask, and not to forget the ox balls that were still in their deadly embrace of my bollocks and came into abrupt contact with each and every step.

As instructed, I made Maggie a cheese and tomato sandwich and coffee and then acted as a footstool whilst Maggie relaxed and ate my offering. No mayonnaise! I had forgot to spread it on the sandwich. Oh merde! (one of my few bits of German).

I didn't think I could take another caning or even the threatened flogging for incompetence as I wearily made my way back to the Playroom to retrieve Maggie's flogger. Fortunately neither did Maggie.

When the gas mask came off she recognised that I was near the end of my tether and accepted that I had tried my hardest in very testing and demanding circumstances. Mistress Maggie is always fair on her slaves and recognises that if a slave genuinely and honestly has stretched his limits, he should not receive extra punishment, well not during the current session anyway. 

It was my own fault. In my strong desire to serve Mistress I hadn't realised how close to that edge I was and I certainly had not alerted Maggie that I was in difficulty. However physical limits are always there to be stretched and next time, Maggie will expect and receive more from her slave.

Shocking Shopping

Mistress Maggie wanted to be sure that her slave was paying attention to her instructions because today was to be an important shopping trip into the centre of town. Not a quick trip to Sainsburys for cucumber, condoms and KY but a proper extended trip with a proper shopping list, several different shops, shopping baskets and trolleys. A proper excursion. Naturally I would be on my best behaviour so as not to embarrass Mistress but to reinforce what was expected, a bit of pre-excursion guidance was deemed necessary.

I knelt on the Playroom floor with arms roped behind, completely naked, which, in itself was unusual but that didn't last long. Maggie soon had me wearing a fetching clear plastic number and black tie on top of a pair of polished clover clamps playing havoc with my nipples. For good measure Maggie encouraged my attention by applying hand pressure to the spiked penis corset. The black tie was sufficiently tight around the plastic for me to pay complete attention. The sooner I was able to understand and accept the rules for the day, the sooner I would be able to take another breath. I was paying attention as hard as my misting eyes and simple brain could manage.

It sounded easy enough even for this stupid slave. What could be simpler. After all, it was highly unlikely that Mistress would expect me to continue wearing the plastic number and black tie although I was instructed to wear my long sleeved black latex tee shirt under my coat. The shirt was very visible to anyone who cared to look but I didn't care. Mistress wanted me to wear latex and wear it I did. I had reservations about the penis corset but I would manage. Even that was removed and I thought I was in for a very easy slave day.

I thought something else might materialise and I was not wrong. Mistress dexterously applied an electric pad to my cock where the spiked corset had been sensitising my member and in went my trusty red butt plug but that was all. Naturally the butt plug would stay in place until our return and I wasn't at all displeased with that prospect. Maggie and I would know what pleasure was happening with my rear nicely full as we progressed with the shopping. I had to ensure no one else knew!

I had experienced a remote control before and was sure I could manage for our extended shopping trip. Not quite that simple, as you  might expect being a slave to an incredibly inventive Mistress.

Maggie's shopping list was foil based. It looked rather strange and a little sinister with wires attached to the shopping list but when I read it, it was quite innocuous and if not for the foil, an ordinary shopping list; bread lettuce, sausages . . . all normal shopping items.

I drove Mistress into town and we chatted pleasantly, me almost forgetting that Mistress had attached her electrode to my cock. Still, it was inactive and not uncomfortable. When we arrived, Mistress discretely attached the Boots tens unit cables to complete the circuit between cock, tens unit and shopping list. The unit was not turned on but I started to get a bit of an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was instructed to carry the shopping list and Maggie led the way into Boots. Rather appropriate that I was quite obviously carrying a Boots electrostim unit in my shopping basket whose wires disappeared into my trousers. No point in worrying. Mistress had planned this trip and I was really pleased to be out with a stunningly sexy woman.

Then it was turned on.

That's when I thought I might have embarrassed Mistress. As I touched the foil backed shopping list I got a shock. Strangely, mainly to my fingers when I gingerly touched the shopping list and then to my cock if I firmly grasped it (list not cock as we were in public!). All to do with conductivity or so I was told afterwards. In either event, grasp lightly, tingly fingers; grasp tightly, tingly cock. I spent the rest of the trip, much to Maggie's amusement, alternating from twitching fingers and twitching cock. Oh well, all in a days shopping for a devoted slave.

After successfully navigating all the shops, albeit a little gingerly at times, we returned, shelved  the purchases and adjourned to the Playroom for a little more intense and obvious latex instruction.

Balls were tightly strung as were my arms to the bed head and I got to wear the snug fitting latex mask as Maggie proceeded to get more fun from her tens machine. Oh yes, and a large current supplied up my rear as Mistress replaced my well travelled red butt plug with one with a little more bite when attached to the Boots machine. I do wish Mistress had added currants to the shopping list, it might have given me some warning as to the surprise that was waiting when we returned!

I also got to investigate a pair of Maggie's tights as Mistress descended on my face for me to get a really close look.

I did say earlier that I could manage this slaves life and I was not wrong. I really enjoy being with my Mistress in public and at least one of the Boots assistants appeared to enjoy overhearing Mistress quietly controlling her slave with the barely audible yet firm command "Come along slave!"

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.