Water Sports

As happens, being a humble and frequently stupid slave, I had disappointed Mistress Maggie with a rather unfortunate web posting. I had posted her special website update under the wrong thread. Her annoyance was obvious from the e-mails that Mistress fired at me in rather quick succession. “ . . . I was so annoyed that I couldn’t type fast enough . . . " I tried to rectify my mistake but the damage had been done. I had been really stupid and careless and I was told in no uncertain terms “ . . . I am still annoyed slave, the whole thing is so embarrassing. You will suffer for it." Oh well the die was cast and it came as no surprise when my calling e-mail contained the following: “ . . . Your punishment for stupidity will be carried out on arrival, very quickly with no warm up." That to me meant a good caning for my indiscretion. Straight in, pants down, whack whack whack . . .

Maggie looked fantastic as always, dressed in black and red rubber leotard, stockings and long gloves, she clipped on the lead and led me to my caning. First I was asked to present myself for my punishment wearing my smallest pair of shorts. So far no surprises as I was fixed by wrist shackles to the wooden bondage chair in a suitable position with legs apart, head down, heavy iron collar padlocked round my neck, a metal hook inserted in my bum which in turn was attached by rope to the collar that Maggie fitted. A yank on the rope and my head was forced backwards, in fact just right for a few thwacks of my deserving punishment.

But Maggie did not come up behind me with a cane, she appeared with a half full bucket of water and parked it on the seat in front of me, and topped it up from another container and finally, generous amounts of ice cubes added for good measure. Even for a punishment, that was far too much for me to drink and certainly represented a HUGE enema! Then it hit me. I had fallen hook (up my arse), line (from collar to anal plug and sinker (me sunk in the bucket). No warm up - of course! Mistress verified this declaring that “ . . . Stupidness wont be tolerated and you will learn your lesson with a bout of medieval punishment. You will be ducked, head held fully submersed three times”. Mistress pushed my head into the bucket, using the rope to raise my dripping head out of the water between dunks for a total of three times. I was relieved to avoid the cane but shocked and totally surprised by the cold alternative. After completing the punishment, Maggie, true to her word as always, then returned to normal service for the remaining part of the session.

I was given a towel and stood in front of the room fan to dry off before having a snug black hood zipped in place, there to stay for the rest of the session. Time for devotion and my attention was directed to the black rubber boots Mistress was wearing. I was also secretly pleased with the cooling water as the remnants trickled down my back and I did confess to Maggie afterwards that, but for the water ingress up my nose, I quite enjoyed my punishment on such a hot day.

Dried and hooded, I was led through to the Clinic where Mistress was going to use ‘experimental therapy’ to assist with preventing my premature climaxes that I had experienced in the previous sessions. No need to watch my language, Maggie attached the very effective penis shaped rubber gag. Effective but capable of being worn for extended periods once you have adjusted it inside your mouth. I wasn't complaining anyway. Mistress has a plan and I am always happy just to go with the flow of a good plan. Maggie suggested I should be circumcised and was about to mark a cutting line, a series of clamps were attached to retract my foreskin, my good luck that the clamps and my foreskin were not compatible, the clamps were quick to fall off and I managed to escape with my foreskin bitten but still intact. Maggie proceeded to apply her newly acquired ball clamps, essential in getting a really good grip on my unruly balls and squeezing everything out. Two squeezing ball clamps, one to each ball. I didn't say anything, and thank goodness for the gag but the clue as to why two of the clamps insisted on heading floor-wards may be in the name; nipple clamps not foreskin or cock clamps. I probably shouldn't write that!

To help the operation, Mistress applied a little e-stim. Electrode round cock and balls and one down the centre; set at program 7 level 17 to give a nice wash and tumble dry. Forever thoughtful of her slaves needs, Maggie enclosed my head in the opaque feeder hood and provided some frozen pee cubes in the funnel to help keep me hydrated. It takes a while for the cubes to melt even in the heat of the clinic and every now and then I got a delicious gulp of chilled wine whilst the wash and dry program worked down below. Mistress appeared happy but did say that I was to control myself for another half hour to confirm the therapy had worked.

And that was that. White hood removed, ball clamps removed (anti-clockwise to undo clamps, it’s wise to remember that otherwise Maggie will give a few mischievous clockwise tightening turns), electrics removed, gag removed whilst retaining the original black hood. I eased myself gently off the couch and Mistress led the way back to the Playroom.

OK now to check if the operation has been successful. Ten minutes and Mistress had me lightly tied to the rubber bed and draped the black rubber sheet from toes to chin, tucking me in quite snugly and proceeded to tease and gently taunt me with her evocative rubber ensemble. OK so far.

Twenty minutes and Maggie upped the anti by slithering and sliding all over me whilst I was getting a little warmer under the sheet. Still OK but I was beginning to wonder if I could restrain myself.

Thirty minutes and Maggie was letting her red panties get intimately acquainted with my nose whilst checking my cocks progress through two thick rubber layers. I think the operation may prove to be less than 100% effective because Maggie is very persuasive when in that mood.

Thirty one minutes and seven seconds (approximately) . . .  oh shit. The operation appears to have been only partially successful. I did resist for thirty minutes, but only just.

Camp Fire Capers

4th July and Mistress Maggie was determined to celebrate in good ol' fashioned ye ha style. I was greeted with Mistress in black rubber chaps, top and most prominently, what looked like a genuine, leather rimmed cowboy hat. At first glance in the dim light of the porch I would have sworn Mistress had nothing on under the chaps; a thought that momentarily took my breath away. Climbing the steps allowed a much closer examination with my face only inches from Mistresses excellent rear and was rather disappointed that Maggie had on an almost skin coloured pair of pants. I have made that climb on 62 previous occasions and the sight of Maggie's superbly formed buttocks clad in the many sensual outfits I have seen, continues to raise the biggest of smiles. My stainless steel ball weight was raising parts that other smiles couldn't reach.

Safely in the Playroom, it was obvious the bondage bed was to play a central part in the proceedings and had been moved to the centre of the arena. Now wearing my red latex stockings and gloves Maggie made first use of the bed, casually perched on the foot board as I undertook the ritual worship of her gold boots. Anyway, Maggie appears to have established a new precedent for the position used to insert my butt plug. On knees, forehead on the white rug and Maggie sitting astride my upturned rump as if she was in the saddle, albeit the wrong way round. A good dollop of lube, a little gentle massage and the butt plug was in. I'd better not have the fireside baked beans then.

I allowed myself a moments reflection of how far Maggie has brought me in my training from the early days where Maggie deemed it always appropriate to have me roped to the punishment bench and it took a lot of massage, huge dollops of lube and quite a lot of time before even the smallest of butt plugs was comfortably installed in my then reluctant arse.

Next, a sensual experience as Maggie helped me into my catsuit and then cleaned and polished to remove any remnants of talc. Some western accessories for the captured cowboy; a leather harness buckled on and studded leather strap snapped on to keep Mistresses pistol cocked properly. Less orthodox bed use as I was sat on the floor, back against the bed, cuffs on ankles and wrists and all attached to a spreader-bar with my cock, weighted balls and recently applied leather cock strap pointing ominously towards its central spigot. At least, that was one thing not to worry about as it wasn't in Maggie's plans to attach cock to spreader bar, more into a little extended breath play, clambering onto the bed and very effectively applying a plastic bag. Rather more air supplied than often for an effective gradual suffocation. Maggie had adjusted the full length mirror so I could appreciate the full effect of breath play with a stunning cow-girl.

A spell with the black helmet with slit-zipped eyes and mouth followed by a bit more bagging then onto the rather pleasant PVC breath control hood. A little tricky to install as, by this time I was moist to say the least, but once Maggie had worked her magic, it was really comfortable. Mistress likes her nipple play and today was no exception, a couple of nasty little buggers attached nipples to the spreaders’ spigot with strips of cow-hide. With my chin drawn up on a rope, I was then given the opportunity to examine Mistresses hot pants at a closer range. Tight spandex and very effective in blocking the two breathing holes, as the cow-girl rested her delightful bum cheeks on my clear plastic face.

I am in constant training, with shackles and hoods removed I was back on my knees improving my tongue work, lucky me having Maggie’s latex gloves and chaps to practice on, a real smooth licking experience.

More use of the bondage bed, at least this time it was a little more conventional. Maggie roped my arms, lassoed my legs and hitched them onto the conveniently located ceiling ring. I've said it before but Maggie does meticulously plan each session down to the positioning of the bed to utilise her lifting equipment. I think Maggie was a little disappointed with my bulk as she was hoping to get my legs up to my chest but had to make do with nearly vertical. It was, however rather comfortable and I could maintain that position until released.

What followed can only be described as a succession of slow, warm, vibrating and positively freezing sensations exciting my recently freed arse, all the while Maggie adjusting my ball weight, even with legs restrained at 90 degrees I could not help my hips rhythmically swaying, my loaded pistol brushing against Maggie’s gold spandex hotpants with the motion, she had jumped aboard and was clinging to my face with her rubber gloves, pinning my top half down as she tested her slaves resolve. I failed again and couldn't control myself.

Maggie did warn that it will be back to the Clinic for more control training and possible operation to 'help' me control her equipment.

Not once did Maggie take off her cowboy hat. Strange fetish that!

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.