Sports Day

A June day and Mistress Maggie had organised a few games for our amusement. You get a tantalising glimpse through the small semi-transparent panel in the front door and I guessed it was Maggie the rubber nurse greeting me today.

Returning to the Playroom in my black latex stockings and gloves, Maggie retrieved a tight fitting black latex hood for me to wear and with a smile started my incarceration. Even with only the three items I could sympathise with my Mistress who by now must be warming nicely inside her latex uniform. I was cleaning Maggie's footwear when, seeing a moment when I was kissing her instep and my bum high in the air, I was told to stay still and in a flash the lubricant was out and in, closely followed by my flexible butt plug. I could sense that Maggie was in a feisty mood, a sure sign of a lively session.

Thoughtful for her slaves welfare, Maggie asked if I wished to wear my heavy weight latex catsuit or was it too warm for full rubber? Even with the building heat I was not about to disappoint my Mistress who likes me to wear some rubber. 'Suit please.' That was a struggle as my body was already starting to moisten. Lots of talc, a lot of pulling and tugging, and we finally had it on, slave collar reattached over suit and hood and that was me sealed inside heavy rubber.

I was starting to question my sanity as the first trickles of sweat started their journey down my back. Oh well, I'd made my bed so now I'll float in it and I know how it pleases Maggie, and I do rather like being in latex. Mistress told me to stand and watch her short demonstration because ‘Nurse is monitoring your respiration today’. Maggie lay down on the low bench showing how I should present myself for her treatment, black rope ready to anchor me on.

The first of the days sporting activities was a card game. Hardly an Olympic sport, but nevertheless a 'competitive' event with simple rules. When I said 'stop', the colour of the card determined the reward I was to achieve. It was now clear why Nurse Maggie had donned her red latex operating gown. I however would be wearing a substantial 'O' gag, most unfair because all I could do was lie open mouthed waiting for my rewards and grunt at the appropriate time. Nurse Maggie straddled me and turned the cards one at a time on my pinioned chest.

I was soon into the swing of the game. A black card and Nurse would descend on my face with her black latex panties, a red card and her red operating gown would be stretched over my face and gag. As the game progressed, Nurse Maggie decided she would make it harder by removing the gag, as a more effective airtight seal would be achieved without it. Not one bit of it. Maggie knows how I love to be suffocated by her. At last I was let off onto a waiting towel, a few good smotherings and you do sweat a lot, and take my advice, catsuit zips are NOT watertight.

It was a pleasant walk through to the Clinic. When strapped onto the gynae couch the cool air was allowed to flow round my cock and balls as Mistress unzipped me ready for more attention. It is very relaxing watching Maggie going about her preparations, as I understood that I was about to receive my second catheter. A full squirt of antiseptic gel down the end of my penis also added to the cooling effects but from inside this time. Although strapped down I was relatively free and able to gaze at Mistresses profile as she read her check list, checked that everything was in the right place, donned the surgical gloves and made ready the catheter.

Gently guiding the tube on its long journey; constant feedback required by Maggie to ensure it wasn't damaging her property and it was in. A strange sensation. Not at all unpleasant. I could feel the progress of the tube as it invaded my urethra further and further until I could feel it entering the bladder. Before its final few inches of the journey Maggie did apply a heavy duty clamp to prevent unplanned leakage. I swear the cooling gel actually lowered the temperature of my internal bits as the tube carried it further inside.
A gentle application of sterile water to inflate the internal catheter bulb, that was it. My water works were now totally controlled by Mistress.

With the tube comfortably in place and the pee flowing into the drain bag to Maggie's satisfaction, the preparations for game two could get under way. A little easing of the back passage necessary for the installation of an inflatable dildo. On went the plastic bag containing the aroma soaked pad and Maggie made sure that I only breathed in the aroma inside the bag. Several deep breaths, a notable relaxation of the sphincter and Maggie soon had her dildo exactly where intended.

Four more items and Maggie would be ready for some more fun. First the black and white rubber helmet, a little problematic to zip on resulting in me forcing the dildo out of my bum as I strained to adjust position. It did, however deliver an unexpected bonus, as Maggie took a short time-out and joined me in the plastic bag for a bit of breath control of her own. A tight squeeze but well worth the close encounter with Mistress. More aroma for me, allowing reinsertion of the expelled, yet to be inflated dildo. The third item was the inflatable butterfly gag and like the dildo left flaccid. The final item was a high quality blood-pressure monitor with a velcro fastening arm cuff that I had to wear for Mistresses game.

Maggie explained the rules to Top or Bottom. If the BP counter ended in an even number I would receive a couple of pumps to the gag, if it was an odd number, a couple of pumps to the butt-plug. It ended about evens with both my mouth and bum fully stuffed and inflated. Two more areas that were now out of my control and owned by Mistress Maggie and a thoroughly happy slave.

When the time was right Mistress quickly went round deflating her toys, but the clamped catheter tube was ready and willing to expel itself, landing with a barely audible ‘plop’on the clinic floor. A rather peculiar sound that made us both break out in fits of laughter.

The final twist and yet another sign of Maggie's overactive sense of humour. She knows I have a fear of her applying Fiery Jack to my sensitive parts. Imagine the horror when Maggie undid the nipple zips and applied cream from a tube, whispering that 'something should be happening shortly' and recommending a sniff from the bottle of beneficial medicine. The cream was massaged into my nipples, I was asked many times if I could feel the effects and could only reply, ‘not yet Mistress, it still feels rather nice’. The fear and anticipation were considerable. What was it going to feel like and could I accept it? Maggie clearly wanted to use the cream and now appeared to be enjoying massaging cock, balls and nipples all at the same time. No mistake by Maggie. She had used a tube of Aloe Vera to taunt and terrorise me!

Stretched, really S-T-R-E-T-C-H-E-D

Mistress Maggie had me sit on the latex covered bed whilst she fitted me with a stout leather helmet and a pair of restrictive leather mitts and fixed them, together with my spread legs to the head of the latex covered bondage bed. I was left with my legs secured above my head, my bum in a very vulnerable position. Maggie had a good poke around in it with an examination glove and used her permanent marker to write something across my cheeks. I couldn't see what she wrote of course, but it certainly amused Maggie. Once satisfied with her artistic creativity, a little lubricant applied in the appropriate orifice and the black butt plug slipped in very easily.

The somewhat over-engineered ball stretching machine was tightly strapped just below the knees, the leather harness attached to the crank handle and everything was ready for some gentle stretching exercise.

What a load of cobblers! It was anything but gentle. With no sound at all the wheel was turned a few revolutions, and the balls started on their journey away from my body. A short pause for a few taps with the crop across the balls and thighs and then a few more turns. Once fully stretched, I was left to get used to my balls new position.

The acclimatisation break did give Maggie time to proudly announce that she had recently oiled the mechanism and was pleased with the smooth performance. All I said was “Are my balls still attached?”. Maggie did promise to stroke them better later on. 

The helmet was replaced with a nice tight latex number, the restrictive mitts removed and I was allowed the privilege of helping Maggie with a little relaxation. I was allowed to gently stroke her latex covered buttocks and she was purring like the proverbial cat that got the cream. Most definitely the most rewarding experience for a slave.

I was put on the lead and taken for a brisk walk on all fours and was able to maintain close association with Maggie's right thigh as per my training. It was amusing as we stopped momentarily on our walk that I was instructed to sniff a pair of discarded yesterdays knickers. Some punishment. The sweet scent of Mistress had almost evaporated by the time I arrived, but this blood-hound was able to determine just a slight hint of 'Essence of Maggie'.

In the clinic, I climbed easily on to the gynae couch and waited comfortably as Mistress fitted me with the mask and re-breather, donned her strap on, applied a little relaxant spray and warned me I was going to receive the full length of the black dildo today. I did take the full length and did enjoy the lengthy arse-fuck to such an extent that I had to alert Mistress of the approaching orgasm. "Not this bloody time you aren't" as Maggie stopped the thrusting and I was ordered NOT to embarrass myself.

To refocus, Maggie inserted a dual pole electrode up my recently liberated ass-hole, attached an electrode round the base of the almost exploding member, then applied considerable electrical energy to both pairs of electrodes. The one up my ass was set to a rhythmic pulsing, which on its own was quite pleasant. Maggie used the second, portable skiffle-whisk electrode to stroke my balls as earlier promised, a deadly payload delivered every time it made contact on cock balls and lower groin. I almost lost the will to live, let alone the will to have an orgasm. Maggie is quite an exponent in the art of ECT (Electroconvulsive Therapy) and it clearly achieved the objective of refocusing my mind away from my building sexual tension. For once, I was relieved to be making the short walk down the corridor, back to the playroom to await the pleasure of Maggie's next instalment of my training.

The familiar plastic bag and two coils of what she laughingly termed 'fluffy rope' were readied for use.  The rope is quite thick, flexible and very comfortable as she wound one of the coils around my wrist and then attached them to the overhead ring. The other coil was formed into a perfect hangman's noose and loosely placed round the plastic bag over my head. The dressing was finally complete with a wide silk scarf loosely fitted but adjusted to eliminate sight.

I heard Mistress return and the next actions happened very quickly. Firstly the scarf was removed and I was confronted not with my beautiful Mistress but a latex hooded apparition in a white Pierrot mask. The effect was staggering. The whiteness of the mask, the vivid contrast with the black latex of the cape and the unfathomable depth of the eyes as I tried to make contact with the human underneath. Next the plastic hood was pulled down, the noose tightened round my neck and pulled tight through the overhead loop. This was now serious breath play as I gazed at the mask holding my life in its hands. The mask approached my plastic covered head as I was starting to breathe more heavily and whispered in a voice resembling Maggie's "You will not be let loose from the bag until you have climaxed".

Latex Tie and Tease

I was advised by Mistress Maggie that session 60 would take me back in time, to the basics of rubber pervery. I left my clothes in the bathroom and returned to the Playroom wearing only black latex knee length stockings, zipped black latex opera gloves and my ever-present black leather slave collar. After the obligatory worship at Mistresses feet and having my new black, flexible butt plug comfortably inserted, we were ready for the real work.

We proceeded to get me into my tight black rubber catsuit, and then Maggie helped me into her thick black rubber bondage sack, making sure that every zip was shut tight. My head was covered with a tight latex hood and I was positioned on the bondage chair where Maggie wrapped me to the chair with her rubber bandages. Not tight, more symbolic, but enough to let me know I was expected to remain tied on the chair - and remain quiet by all accounts, as the rubber tube pump gag was inserted and inflated.

Maggie momentarily disappeared to the Clinic, returning with the IV stand, enema bag and associated tubes and carefully assembled them to my left. I had received enemas before but I thought it strange and virtually impossible to receive one in my current position, particularly as the butt-plug and two layers of encapsulating rubber intervened.

Well, I soon knew where the liquid was coming from as I watched Maggie slip her dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the ground, and deposit a full litre into a strategically placed measuring jug, then pour it into the enema bag.

As the enema bag was attached back on the IV stand, it dawned on me exactly where the liquid was intended to flow. The flexible rubber tubing was attached to the breathe-through inflatable gag that had just been installed.

Over the next hour or so I was subject to such an onslaught of teasing that was incredibly cruel. No tight ties, no spankings or slapping, no pain, no needles in nipples but the torture was there. Could it be that Mistresses reference to 'Back to Basics' actually was taking me back to that first session in 2011 where we were exploring what really pressed my buttons?

The teasing had started with watching Maggie pee a whole litre into the measuring jug. Mine to be consumed. Watching Mistress disrobe to her latex undies, erotically polish off a dish of sweetly scented strawberries and cream, then strap a latex dildo onto my lap. What can I say?. Having a totally untouchable, yet beautiful Mistress bouncing on my knee was so intensely frustrating!



At last Maggie hopped off, I had finished my drink and the piss bag was empty, an appropriate time to swap my pump up gag for a gas mask Mistress thought, she adjusted the head straps ensuring a tight fit and screwed on a flexible hose, she has used it before to cut off my air supply, in the most pleasurable of ways. More frustration for this gasping slave, now used as a mere accessory.

Mistress disappeared again. My senses had already been well tested, what with the strawberry smell, Maggie’s liquid infusion, her sounds of delight and my lack of breath, but when she returned she was carrying a gas mask, stopping in front of me she put it on. I did get a brief glimpse of her goggled eyes before being plunged into darkness with a blindfold.

The next few minutes were so intense as she began to cuddle and caress my rubber exterior, the exquisite breathes of Mistress so close and clear, I couldn’t take  any more teasing and with a grovelling apology I climaxed inside my zipped up catsuit.

Certified Slave

What a novel use for Mistress Maggie's new plank. I had experienced the plank in its more traditional, horizontal position when I was shrink-wrapped, but on this occasion Maggie was trying it out as a whipping plank.  Bare cock, high varnish wood and a little light exercise with my backside being strapped and you can't move your cock at all. It's stuck to the plank, but it presented no problems for Maggie when inserting my butt plug. Mistress must have been in one of her more 'green' moods as she stuck my head in the leg of one of her used stockings, applied a hemp rope gag and then gave me a light flogging.

It wasn't as easy to maintain balance when Mistress turned me round with back to the plank, I was not feeling too stable resting only on my heels.

We adjourned to the Clinic as Mistress deemed it safer for the next part of my training and I received my first introduction to rubber for this session. The tight, black latex hood with pinhole eyes, topped off with a stout leather muzzle and I was firmly strapped to the gynae ouch!

Ouch indeed as Mistress applied four sterile pins per nipple and then spent some time attaching an electro-loop and cock cap before securely roping cock and balls to her bondage board and switching on the electric waves. The rigging was completed with a suitable mooring rope between board and collar.

With typical efficiency, Maggie had even used a template on each nipple to make placing the pins easier. A sort of pattern for pinning! In any event my nipples were not getting away that easily and to ensure there was no sailing away, both nipples were moored to the cock board using the pins as mooring bollards. Not as painful as it might look so long as the weather remains calm and you don't make sharp movements. Not always easy as Maggie has a habit of teasing her slaves in this type of position. The odd kiss here, a quick pat there, a gentle stroke or sharp slap, all designed to extract that extra bit of motion.

Anyway, I must have performed adequately to Mistresses satisfaction as I ended up receiving her special 'Certificate of Training'.

Continuing the nautical theme we returned to the main Playroom for watersports. I was to help Mistress protect the decks, laying down a waterproof PVC sheet and prepare myself for a good showering.





How can such a petite lady create such a monsoon?
 

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.