It's a Hard Life

It is unquestionably a hard yet varied life being one of the many cock and balls that are owned by Mistress Maggie. Take today for instance. I knew I was to be encased in some form of chastity device and made every effort to arrive in a quiet, tumescent state to help Mistress with fitting said device. Fine and dandy until Mistress opened her front door wearing a short, see through latex skirt, the briefest of latex g-strings, her breasts enclosed in transparent latex . . . you get the picture. How can a cock and balls remain flaccid confronted with such stimuli?

Up to the playroom and more distractions. Into the latex catsuit and our black rubber plug inserted where the sun don't shine. Still, our arse did receive a nice compliment from Mistress as to how smooth and clean it was. Big smile there then, and a little more distraction for me as Maggie zipped me tightly inside the suit then gave us a rub down all over to clean away any stray talc. At least I might get a little time to compose myself and regain a more relaxed state; well not really. Cock and balls tightly encased inside the thick rubber catsuit are not conducive to inactivity. Sure enough, as Mistress walked us through to the Clinic, I was fighting a losing battle to stay soft for Maggie.

As you would expect, Mistress has my number and after strapping us to the couch, disappeared with a cheery "Just need to fetch something from the freezer". We know what that means and that certainly will help with returning me to a nice relaxed, albeit somewhat chilled state. It worked, although I was a little awkward with the first ring that Maggie tried but a second one fitted well round my base and the cage, rather unfortunately did as its name implies and caged me good and proper. So long as I can keep a nice quiet frame of cock and ball mind, the cage fits well with plenty of room.

That takes no account of the cruel side of Mistress Maggie. Not content that I was safely locked out of harms way she set about me with that pesky pink vibrator. Enough is enough. How could any cock and balls resist that onslaught. Well, like Jack and his beanstalk, I grew and grew until I could grow no further. Tightly encased in a solid steel cage; I said at the start it’s a hard life.

Now that Mistress had me securely and very tightly caged, the butt plug was removed from slave and replaced with a double bardex enema tube and the bulb pumped up the suggested four pumps, a couple more "for good luck" and one more "just in case". Slaves arse hole was well stretched and in far too close proximity to where I was struggling in the cage. Maggie knows that there is a direct link between a well filled bottom and stimulation keeping me stiff, and that is exactly what happened. I stayed hard, fully caged and uncomfortable. I was beginning to regret trying to stay soft for Mistress at the start. If I'd done my normal trick, I would have arrived fully to attention, impossible to cage and wouldn't be in this very tight situation. That's not the point though is it? I enjoy doing Maggie's bidding, whatever that entails.

Once Mistress had finished filling slave and teasing me it was back to the Playroom for some exercise. Not for me and balls, I hasten to add, although we were left outside the latex suit and no doubt Mistress would use me for some amusement during the exercises.

In the Playroom, Maggie had prepared the thick black latex bondage sack. Excellent I thought, once inside the zip will be closed, and once more I was contemplating having a little peace and quiet so that I could release the pressure against the cage. It was getting a little annoying, constantly grinding against the inside of the heavy steel scaffolding.

The rest of slave was inserted inside the thick bondage sack; arms and legs immobilised and wrapped in black shrink wrap. I was all right though, in my heavy metal cage. Well, not quite. Maggie has many and varied methods of making me uncomfortable. I should have remembered there was a strategically placed zip just above where I was resting and, blinking in the light, I was once more the subject of Maggie's teasing. Damn it; all that relaxing wasted in a couple of seconds of Mistresses devilish capabilities!

The exercise was Maggie's idea of fun. She lent over the horse and slave was instructed to lick and kiss her bottom. Most difficult as slave had to make like a sperm, wriggle away across the floor, hook feet under the bottom of  the bench and hoist mouth up to the appropriate licking position. It worked, but we weren't expecting rubber encased sit-ups as part of the training. Oh well I was alright, at least slave had the sense to remain on his back. The cage would have protected me but may have played havoc with the enema filled stomach that Mistress had filled slave with in the clinic. Typical of Maggie, slave gets knackered with all the extra effort and I get crushed because slave is enjoying doing as he is told. It’s not fair, just when I was getting used to the cage, I am put under further strain.

Mistress recognised the extra effort put in by slave and had planned a little relaxing time. Quiet contemplation for both slave and me. Laid flat in the centre of the room Mistress first smothered slaves head in a tight latex hood and then pumped it so that it was well 'ard. From my quiet but exposed position it appeared to me that slave was getting well pumped, not only at the hood end but the odd pump to refill the bardex. All this pumping just meant I could get no peace or relaxation and still rather uncomfortably still filled the cage.

Not content with the chaos Mistress was causing me due to slave enjoying his position, I could feel Maggie's latex clothing rubbing over my prison, but what could I do? - slave was no help with my predicament and just lay there with a big grin under the hood, so I just had to lay there as well in my prison and think how lucky we were. At least it was slaves mouth that received the red lips to secure slaves breathing tube. Red latex lips on my cage would have played havoc with my concentration to return to a more comfortable state.

I did add my own little bit of humour to the proceedings as slave was sat on the loo waiting to expel the enema. I was exhausted and as a result, totally relaxed, knackered and about as small as I would ever get. With a little gentle easing and twisting, slave was able to gently ease the cage and ball ring away and I was free. slave looked a little sheepish holding the locked cage in his hand as Mistress returned to the bathroom. Next time I may not be so lucky as to get so easily freed from my prison.

Testing Time for Slave

Mistress Maggie is finalising her designs for a new bathroom and looking to establish the most effective and efficient form of waste disposal. Naturally, being a caring sharing person, Mistress allowed me to help with her planning. I was to be the test bed for a couple of her ideas for keeping her toilets clean and well emptied. As one of Mistresses devoted slaves I was somewhat flushed with the thought of helping Mistress in her toilet quest.

I was hoping to give Mistress Maggie a pleasant surprise by duly arriving in my black latex briefs and tee-shirt underneath my outdoor clothes. It worked as Maggie had me take off all 'normal' clothing and parade in the Playroom before the formal start of the session. I received one of those truly disarming smiles that Maggie sometimes bestows on her fortunate slaves, accompanied by gentle stroking across the smooth rubber and then one of those impromptu hilarious moments that our sessions can generate.

Maggie was about to send me to the bathroom to prepare for session, mentioning that I should be quick because the bathroom was a little chilly today. I suppose I was trying to reassure Mistress that her slave was made of stern stuff when I quipped "I'm from Yorkshire. We're used t' cowd. I'm well 'ard." In that magical moment, we both realised what I had said. The latex undergarments had been working their magic for a while, I had received a major boost to my libido following Mistress upstairs in her plum latex top and black latex skirt, near enough to smell the heat from Mistress and, well, yes I was well 'ard. We both cracked out laughing as Maggie agreed after patting my encased bulge that, yes I was well hard! It set the tone for another memorable session.

Mistress proceeded to fit me into my heavy weight black latex catsuit and the butt plug that now slips, oh so easily, into its home. First Mistress wanted to make sure her toilet bowl was leak proof, I also had to be made leak proof before going in to check it out. All my zips were pulled up tight, my head sealed inside a snug latex hood and a wide eyed gas mask fitted, insulating me from the stormy elements about to head in my direction.

With my backside balancing on the last rung of the toilet bench, Mistress helped me into position inside the catchment tank. The preparations continued for Mistresses comfort by attaching mitts, rendering my hands useless, and the spreader bar threaded with the toilet roll. It is a strange feeling to gaze upwards and gradually have the toilet seat lowered and blocking out your sight.

I could hear Maggie drinking a couple of glasses of water and then the seat was lifted and the next vision was of Mistresses perfectly formed nether regions slowly descending and making herself comfortable with her intimate parts only centimetres away from my goggled and goggling eyes. I was then subjected to the most glorious and private side of Mistress that a slave will ever achieve as first a trickle then a flood erupted and showered over my frogman like head. Noah may have been worried by the flood but being from Yorkshire, I remained 'ard (very!). I have never experienced at that close range a Lady drying her private parts after a good pee and felt privileged that Maggie could share that with her slave.

The flood was safely captured within the bowl and I then had to consume the whole amount for recycling. Even though I say so myself, I was quite effective at pee removal, once the mask had been removed of course. I spent a while emptying the bowl and then cleaning the few drops that had splashed on the seat, surround and bench so it was ready for Mistresses next toilet visit.

Maggie seemed satisfied with that part of testing but wanted to test out an alternative flushing system. I was returned to the bowl without the mask but with a pair of the most viscous nipple clamps attached to the 'Tower of Pain’. The theory was that the clamps would be so tight that I would open my mouth in a long, silent scream and the waste fluids could then be consumed directly.

It worked, after a fashion. It was very difficult to concentrate on capturing the stream with the ever present pain and the visual distractions of Mistress gracefully covering the seat with her latex skirt, blocking most of the light. I had to locate the flow by sound and feel, sonar might have been appropriate for more accurate range finding - although sonar in a toilet bowl?  I've never seen that before.

Mistress took me through to the bathroom for a sponging down, happy that her toilet tester had answered some of her questions, but one or two still needed to be resolved, presumably by re-testing at a later date? I could only wonder at how Maggie could produce so much flow on two separate occasions. After all she is slim and petite but must have huge bladder capacity and control.

The second part of her design experiments took place in the clinic and involved the recycling capabilities of her toilet. I had been instructed to consume a full glass of water whilst in the bathroom and together with a

full tank of Mistress I knew I would need to pee in the near future. Mistress had that problem on her radar and fitted a catheter to her slave. No hiccoughs, one smooth action, strict cleanliness and sterile environment, procedure to follow and the snaky tube was in and inflated before you could say "I'm from Yorkshire . . . I’m well 'ard". Not that I could have said that, because I had been treated to Mistresses used red panties, stuffed in my mouth and bandaged in place inside the white rubber hood fitted for clinic work. It is amazing how efficient a pair of small panties can be as a gag but I was able to savour essence of Maggie whilst thoroughly moistening her smalls with a lot of my drool. Meanwhile, the contents of my bladder were being safely filtered into a drainage bag.

As occasionally happens Mistress gets really closely involved with slave treatments. The panty gag was stripped off and a black rubber anaesthetic mask strapped on in its place, Maggie used her own mask and joined me sharing a re-breather bag.

It is a really nice sensation that I have experienced on far too few occasions. Maggie breathes out into the re-breather and I breathe the sweet scent of Maggie that hangs on the recycled air. I am still a little rusty and I think I need a bit more practise in synchronised breathing. But it can be ever so distracting when Mistress decides its time to slide the catheter out of my cock and see if it can stay well 'ard after a good rubbing with her surgical gloves. Oh well, that is part of my slave training; to be trained to fit in with Mistresses rhythms.

Once again Mistresses thoughtful and caring side surfaced. Maggie knew that my mouth would be dry from moistening her panties and lack of fresh air, and suggested a small medicinal drink. The most convenient source was the little plastic bag that now held the re-cycled fluids from my emptied bladder. A measure was poured and the medicine was handed to me in a gallipot with the instruction to "drink it all up". Mistress wanted to record the event for the archive, but because I was so thirsty she missed the first draught, so I was treated to a second pot full and ordered to consume slowly and responsibly, always good, sound advice when drinking.

I am not sure either the pee recycling scheme or the self cleaning toilets will gain many investors on The Dragon's Den. Perhaps more product development and testing is required. I wonder if I can volunteer . . .

Just Hanging Around

After a comment by Mistress Maggie on her Flickr profile I turned up with a small bottle of gin and two small cans of tonic. I had spent a little time wrapping the items in what I hoped was a penis and balls shaped combination. Mistress got it straight away when I gave her the present, it was clear from her laughter and positive comments that we were going to have another really good training session.

Humorous at times, relaxed at times, painful at times, a little anxious at times, a little annoyance at times but above all enjoyable all the time. Today's session had all the above and I think after my previous 69 sessions with Mistress Maggie I may be making progress in understanding how to make Mistress happy with my efforts as her devoted slave. I had a fair inkling at the start of the session what two thirds of session content might be, but as usual no idea how those thirds were to be executed. Maggie hinted in my call up that I would face high level suspension and some serious breath play and referred vaguely to "setting the scene for some fine dining". This last comment intrigued me.

I returned from the bathroom and took up my obligatory kneeling position, head touching carpet, backside up in the air, ready to pay homage to Mistresses footwear, a pair of knee high patent laced boots. Mistress had instructed me to arrive wearing a steel ballweight; It feels strange with your butt high in the air, legs spread and forehead touching the carpet, balls pulled earthwards in that void between your legs. The slightest movement of hips setting your testicles swinging like a pendulum. After a brief spell worshipping Maggie's boots, I was turned over for a trampling with them, to remind me to lose more weight. I was beginning to dislike those boots!

More boot worship followed then Maggie instructed me to kneel the other way with arse facing her, ready to receive my butt plug, a little giggle from Maggie, a truly delightful sound, as she got the full vista of my weighted balls swinging freely between my legs. I think she is pleased with her stretching progress of my sphincter and was easily able to slip in my plug. It always provides me with a shudder as the widest part slips in past the stretched rim to settle securely in place, and caring as always Maggie asks "are you alright slave?" Oh yes!

Into my suit, another sensual experience that I think pleases Mistress as well, as we powdered the inside, stretched the skin and finally zipped me and butt plug securely inside. A little cleaning, a black latex hood and I was ready for the next stage. I stood passively, arms raised clutching the overhead ring as Maggie proceeded to expertly and snugly attach two rope harnesses; one around my ample girth and the other just below armpits.

I was soon to find out that these were to be attached to the ceiling suspension ring and this was where the anxiety crept in. Not because I was anxious about the suspension, definitely not, as I trust Mistress implicitly. No, the anxiety was both mine and Maggie's because in her enthusiasm to hook me up on the suspension ring, she pulled a little hard on a loose end of rope and it caught her eye and dislodged her contact lens. To me, it happened in slow-mo. I could see the end of the rope flick up, I could see it travelling in an arc towards Maggie's eye but I couldn't react in time. Maggie didn't see it coming and I could see her pain in that instant of impact. Nothing I could do. I was mortified.

After a moment to compose herself and a look on the floor Maggie realised that she had little prospect of finding it, particularly as we were slap bang in the middle of the shaggy carpet that forms the centre piece of the floor. Undaunted but a little disappointed Maggie fetched her glasses and the moment passed. Except it didn't. Many times where I should have been concentrating on my slave duties, I found my eyes scanning the floor for any glint of lens.

Mistress completed the vertical suspension ropes and had me relax back into the suspension but still with both feet on the ground. I was really relaxed and knew I was safe and actually started humming. Maggie did not appreciate that and secured a red gas mask over my latex helmet to drown out any further humming. "Shut up and shut your eyes, slave" was her command, and with the help of some powder Mistress eased it on. I had no trouble with having first one leg and then the other tied to the overhead, leaving me flying like a bird. This was fun. I tried to pirouette like a skater bending a knee and attempting to rotate in my harness. 

And now for a little flying discipline. As I was gently rotating peering through the misted goggles of the mask, Mistress helped my spinning and then encouraged attention with the paddle. Every time a suitable target swung into range, it received a good spanking. Gentle at first but as she found her range, more regular and harder accompanied by laughter as I wriggled to avoid the next one, only enhancing my swing. I was still having fun though and occasionally Mistress would stray between my legs to get a better target and in those fleeting moments I was able to squeeze Mistress between my ankles. An extra rap with the paddle soon ended that, but I thought it was fun anyway.

After a suitable time, Maggie carefully undid all her knots and gently released my bindings. I safely landed and was able to stand without any dizziness after my swinging experience. Not over yet though. Maggie's plans were to utilise several of her major furniture items. The next to be moved centre stage was the high horse.

No bondage, ropes or gags. I am now sufficiently well trained to be told what to do, how to behave and then not let my Mistress down. When I first lent over the horse, I was in the traditional position with legs on the floor and my cock and balls 'humping' the end. Whether Maggie thought I was at the wrong angle or the impact of her blows was not sufficient, I was told to move further on to the bench with my head over the end and toes just touching the sides of the rear legs. It actually tightens your cheek muscles and I could see this would present a better target for Maggie as she set about my backside with her dressage whip and flogger. It was an incredibly relaxed and comfy position and one I had never previously achieved over the horse.

A funny thing about a good, tight latex suit is that it appears to spread and absorb the impact from both of Mistresses chosen implements. A bare bottom attack with the same intensity would have had me begging Maggie to stop quite quickly. As it was, I repeatedly heard the swish of the dressage whip, heard the resounding thwack as it struck home and felt the impact but somehow it took a lot longer for the sensations to build in my cheeks. Maggie did continue until my toes started to curl, but that too was a pleasant sensation. I had all my weight on the horse with nothing on my legs and it felt rather nice. I owned up afterwards to rather enjoying the flogging and how much the taught rubber removes the pain. Although I thought I might regret that comment in future, Maggie knew already which is why she continued until toe curling occurred. Mistress is truly remarkable with her perception about what her slaves should be comfortable with.

As I was luxuriating in the glowing warmth Maggie had managed to impart into my buttocks, Maggie was readying the next piece of equipment for use on her slave. I have experienced the low padded bench used in many ways during my training. This time, back to bench and hooded head comfortably resting on the padding, the dangly bits like legs could do their own thing trailing off the other end of the bench. When asked what colour rope I’d like for my 70th session I answered blue, but promptly changed to green when Maggie said the only blue rope she had was a short length that she uses to wrap round a slaves balls twenty times. No green rope at all so I settled on black. I was being awkward and Maggie knew it. Oh well, I know how to get myself into more trouble.

Anyway, with me secured to the bench and more importantly, arms nicely out of the way, Maggie progressed to clarify the second of the three hints in the call up mail. "Mistress will be wearing rubber that can mould itself to the shape of your face". I think it’s fairly clear what Maggie intended although I wasn't expecting the moulding to be achieved by Mistresses perfectly formed buttocks. Maggie has used me as a stool before but the seal this time was absolutely perfect. In fact so perfect that I started to panic. I couldn't breathe in or out. Blow as hard as I might all I could generate was the sound of a fart as the air sought any exit from its rubbery prison. As for breathing in. No chance. Much as I loved the sensation of the latex clad crevice descending on my nose and mouth, the survival instinct just couldn't be overridden. What a dilemma, be smothered by the perfect derriere or be a wimp and struggle for air. I think I disappointed Maggie by begging so soon, of course I was temporarily released to gulp a very welcome lungful of air. Sorry Maggie if on this occasion I let you down but your ass is a perfect fit over my face.

The final piece of equipment Maggie wanted to reacquaint me with was the trample table. A low, substantially built table with a hole for cock and balls to be presented for . . . yep, trampling on. Mistress brought a selection of playroom cushions to raise my bits to the required level, it took three or four to provide sufficient elevation. This was the only area that Maggie was unsure of. Would the steel ball weight that I was still wearing provide help or hindrance? Either eventuality was covered as I had been instructed to report to the session with the allen key to open the ball weight. It wasn't needed and for future reference, the circular steel weight provides a perfect collar to prevent cock and balls escaping downwards through the hole. Hmmm. Maybe not such a good idea after all but Maggie was happy and set about her decoration.

I had no idea what she was doing but it felt pleasant with the occasional peel of laughter, the clank of several heavy steel items, a judicious chain and short lengths of rope, Maggie seemed happy with her creation and sat back to admire her table centre piece; my cock, balls, and many ornaments! At least she didn't stick a candle in the end, that was reserved for a steel penis plug. What she did do was fetch three cooking implements and the electrics from the Clinic to help 'cook' her meal and then enjoy it. Balls had a flexible electrode attached and I was given the choice of which piece to use first. What a choice. A flat bladed knife, a metal spaghetti server and the meat fork that had been used to great effect during an early cling film session. I chose first the knife and then the spaghetti server. As it turned out it didn't really matter which. Each was capable of cooking cock and balls. But it was now clear what the third hint was on the calling mail . . . "setting the scene for some fine dining." Why can't Maggie have plastic knives and forks and a nylon spaghetti server, after all this is 2014!

For aperitif, Maggie set about wine making or at least trampling my balls after she had finished her meal. You wont be surprised that the G&T remained unopened, because Maggie never drinks while attending to her slaves as she needs 100% faculties to ensure the slaves aren't damaged. Well, not too much anyway.

And if any reader having read this is lucky enough to be granted a session with Mistress, keep one eye out for a shiny object lodged in a crack somewhere. If you find that contact lens you may be in line for 100's of Brownie points, or you may just receive a good hiding.

Football and Frolics

A lot happened today; quite a lot involving Mistress Maggies sadistic side.

Barely through the front door and even before I had time to say how stunning she looked, Mistress had me pinioned against the wall as she administered a healthy lungful or two of liquid aroma using the trusty cloth over mouth and nose method. Mistress appeared angry and hissed as she said she had had to deal with a load of bollocks this week and her slave would be used to vent her frustration. I knew it was going to be one of those days as, without further conversation, the lead was attached to my slave collar and I was dragged brusquely up to the Playroom

"Do you like my boots slave?" I was about to answer when the first well aimed kick had my balls travelling upwards to come to rest somewhere near my adams apple and real tears welling in my eyeballs. I was of course by now gagged, and tried to absorb the searing shock and pain as I hung limply from my shackled arms. I wasn't sure which was worst, the kick I could see and try and brace for, or the ones from behind through my well spread legs. They both hurt like hell. I was allowed just enough time to catch my breath before another well aimed blow took it away again. The odd crack of the whip added to the 'interest' of the moment.

Fortunately Maggie isn't totally sadistic and could see when I was really struggling to absorb the pain and just at the right time declared an end to football practise. I was to receive further instruction in using my chest when two of the nastiest nipple clamps were applied and left there to work their insidious magic.

I saw glimmers that Mistress may have vented some of that anger as she instructed me to use the knee pads for the brisk couple of laps round the Playroom. Apart from the hood with partially zipped eye holes and closed mouth, it appeared back to relative normality. Mistress gets the best performance from this slave when I am not muttering about painful or aching knee joints. Mistress didn't even feel the need to give me more kicking but I was trying hard to remember my basic heel training. Speaking of which, I finally managed my thigh boot worship that, but for the ball kicking, would have heralded the beginning of a normal session. The boots looked and tasted a little more angry than usual, probably due to the close proximity to my balls as they were being kicked and booted.

I was transferred to the low bench to experience the softer side as Mistress lubed my arse, drugged me with another couple of breaths of aroma and proceeded to mount me with the small strap on for five minutes. I knew it was five minutes as Maggie ordered her iPod to "set timer to five minutes" and received the reply "timer set" from another willing acolyte. Not only enjoyable but quite tuneful as each thrust set the bells tinkling on the nipple clamps. More sniffs from the bottle were ordered and more lube applied then I was not quite sure what was happening, but it felt like a hole borer was wriggling about in my arse. I was told later it was a Hitachi wand to further widen my orifice. I do accumulate a lot of very valuable information in my training sessions.

Not quite so amusing when I was transferred and roped to the high horse. The clamps were pinioned onto my chest adding another sensation to my already taxed nipples. Mistress squirted some de-sensitising spray on my arse-hole and I was to wait a short time for it to begin working, aromas used again to de-sensitise me further and Maggie, now wearing a much larger lubed up strap-on was positioning herself behind me.

"Set timer to five minutes", "timer set" was followed by an altogether more uncomfortable five minutes. Well, initially uncomfortable as Maggie gently introduced her larger strap on. It took a lot of stretching, a little discomfort but I was determined not to let Maggie down and gradually and incessantly the new invader reached its mark. I think I eventually took the whole length but only Maggie can confirm that. By the end of the five minutes, Mistress suggested an extra 90 seconds due to the slow start and I was to let her know when extra time was over. I managed to spin it out to at least two minutes. By that time I was starting to enjoy the sensations in my newly reamed arsehole. 

After all the drilling, stretching, boring and pushing Maggie had no difficulty with fitting my own butt plug. In fact I think my arse was relieved to say hello to an old friend as it dived back into its home ground.

Underneath that sadistic side, there is always the caring Maggie who looks after her slaves and I was reintroduced to the loose fitting red exercise suit. The transformation from ball beating to being gently guided into the suit by my Mistress was amazing. I sat and luxuriated, feeling a little guilty that I allowed Maggie to do all the work, as it slipped and slithered all the way up to my neck, topped off with the comfortable and snugly fitting waist corset that goes so well with the looseness of the suit. The three way zip allowed my cock and balls to be on the outside whilst the rest of me was protected by the latex suit, gloves, stockings and zippered hood. I told you Mistress had a softer side.

Adjourning to the White Room, Mistress planned to continue with her  pre-session e-mail of "helping me to find larger spaces to put my toys". I already had found a home for the strap-on and we were now going to explore where her rosebud sounds could be stored. I was lead through to the Clinic and made comfortable with my calves widely spread and strapped in position, then body and wrist straps secured this willing subject to the chair. Another dose of relaxant aroma was administered using the small facial mask and pad soaked in the wonder fuel. Careful as ever, Maggie donned her sterile latex gloves, flexed fingers to make sure they were positioned correctly, applied sufficient lubrication and then started the gentle insertions. The first and second sounds were in with no problems whatsoever. The third slipped in relatively easily and at that, Maggie was satisfied that her planned work was done. Apart from my cocks ability to naturally expel all sounds! Not this time. Maggie used a convenient length of playroom rope to create an effective sling.

A "well done slave" as the sounds settled at full length encouraged me to ask about a fourth one. Am I mad, was it bravado or just wanting to please my Mistress or was I adrift on a wave of euphoria brought on by the effect of the aromas? Whatever the reasons, I suggested trying the fourth and largest sound. At first Mistress was understandably reluctant but could see the potential, and after a bit more aroma gently inserted the fourth sound. It took a while, some gentle encouraging massage but the fourth sound did eventually settle in its new home, together with its three companions, as did the gold plated vibrator that Maggie applied to the ends of all four sounds. That feeling was intense. Having four sounds wriggling around their tight new home is, well, most stimulating.
Maggie is never one to be wasteful, and having removed my rubber hood she used the remnants of the good bottle of aroma to soak a cotton pad which she had taped to the inside of a plastic bag. The bag was then placed over my head and held in place until both the air and the aroma were completely depleted.

After removing the four sounds, Maggie had a novel way of cleaning out the inside of the urethra. Another pair of latex gloves, lots of lube, a gentle massage resulted in a quick eruption from within and a cleaned out tube. Simple and effective. Mistress was pleased with her spot of cleaning and was a fitting end to another excellent albeit painful at times, sixty-ninth session.

Maggie did advise that there may be some tenderness for a short while with my insistence on trying the fourth sound and the first pee afterwards was a little uncomfortable but then everything was back to normal, although my balls did feel a little tender for a while. Hardly surprising considering all the corner kicks, passes and penalty kicks they endured.

Leisurely in Latex

Today was an altogether more relaxed and gentler session than the severe waxing, breath play and endurance of the previous lesson. It was a fitting celebration of three years of training under an excellent and exceptional Mistress Maggie and as any caring slave would, I brought a bunch of flowers for my Mistress. Her radiant smile suggested it may have been the correct response to 67 previous sessions over three years.

What a wonderful vision greeted me. Mistress with her raven black hair complementing the oh so tight black shiny rubber catsuit of her own design and creation. Two flashes of red at gloves and boots created a spectacular vision. Following Mistress up stairs with her wonderfully shaped buttocks tightly encased, every move like liquid black gold, undulating, swaying and catching every shimmer of light in the hall, was the start of a wonderful anniversary session.

It wasn't long before Mistress had me head to tail in my own latex catsuit, but not before letting me get up close and personal with the red boots and Mistress getting up close and very personal with a strap on dildo "just to loosen you up a bit for your own plug”. I drifted back to that first session and remembered how green I was then, yet today without hesitation I was kneeling on the low bench eagerly offering my ass hole to Mistress and with a little lube she was in. I think Mistress was satisfied with the progress her slave has made, certainly in that area. Maggie and her lubed up strap-on had done a thorough job and my butt plug was easily fitted.

It is a really wonderful experience to be dressed by your Mistress. This isn't laziness on my part, just that I simply can't squeeze into my suit without assistance. To be pulled, pushed, squeezed and finally zipped inside then to be polished by Mistress is heavenly. The chill as the polish is sprayed, the firm but gentle polishing of my suit and then it was my turn for polishing duty, I got the opportunity to give Mistress in her latex catsuit a high shine. At the end of the polish, we had a very shiny rubber clad Mistress and slave.

Over the bench again, this time to have electrodes stuck between my arse and scrotum, my cock and balls pulled prominently through the three way zip. The 'normal' dressing was adorned with the stout leather harness and a couple of buckled cock straps that Mistress fitted securing my imprisoned cock to the main harness. I did wonder why but wasn't going to question this joining because Maggie is in charge and her plans are always exciting for her slave.

I do like a nice snug harness, it reinforces ownership and feels secure; a bit like a car seat belt. Today a quick twitch of the main harness resulted in a quick twitch of the attached cock harness. This wasn't the only method used to twitch cock and balls. Maggie had ensured that the e-stim had brand new batteries and set the program to 'throb' for the rest of the session. Rather nice but when Maggie reads this blog I suspect my comments will prompt more intricate harnesses and certainly more severe 'throbbing'.

More arm binding restraint for my arms, some pulling and lacing plus a couple of straps made my arms totally obsolete and useless appendages secured behind my back and me perched on the edge of the low stool.

And that was the last I saw for a while. Mistress covered my eyes with a very effective blindfold. No chance of any light leaking through any cracks but to be doubly sure Maggie pulled hard, supporting my back with her knee to get my head suitably installed into her padded leather helmet but once secured and laced up tight it was wonderful to wear, easy to breathe in and almost soundproof. This quiet solitude was reinforced by Mistress applying a pair of ear muffs and saying rather loudly "Are your ears comfortable and are they covered?”, I barely heard but grunted an affirmative response. I chuckled as I realised they weren’t ear muffs at all, but a pair of headphones positioned over my ears, softly playing the clanking sound of railway waggons. Once again, exemplary planning by Maggie. She knows one of my hobbies is steam trains and I thought how wonderfully relaxing. I did have a major dilemma. Should I be getting a raging erection whilst listening to railway sounds and would Mistress think me a head case or a real pervert for doing so?

Maggie then expertly had my feet zipped into the ballet boots. If I'm honest, I am starting to like the feel of the boots, which is why I could identify them even though I had nil visibility and in the pictures they do produce smooth leg lines. I got a perverse pleasure knowing that Mistress had fitted them so quickly and they were starting to be really comfortable. Seated on the low bench with knees raised and shoulders forced back was a challenging position to maintain, thankfully not one I needed to endure for too long as Maggie moved me and my bondage to the rubber bed to prepare me for a spot of urethral stretching. In our post session analysis we both concluded that the bondage chair would be a better place to seat tall slaves wearing bondage boots. No doubt Mistress will be trying that out in the near future.

Relocated to the bed it was time for sounds at the other end. I was still wearing the arm harness and audio mask so could neither see nor hear much and my arms were still useless. I had taken delivery of a new piss through plug and asked Maggie to try and fit it for me, some steady dilation was required and I could feel the normal sounds going in fairly easily, each one filling my penis a little more, but when it came to the new ribbed sound it was a struggle to get it comfortably past the first bauble. Maggie never forces sounds into that delicate little tract and said it was something to work towards in the future. The sounds do appear to have a mind of their own because whenever Maggie leant back to take a photo, the little blighters bolted for freedom and slithered onto my rubber stomach, causing a moment of natural humour in our session. Another being that one of the sticky electrodes previously secured next to my butt plug, next appeared half way down the outside left leg of my cat suit. Strange happenings at the Playroom me thinks. Perhaps the Force is strong with Jedi Mistress Maggie?
Maggie released me, my arms freed, harness unbuckled and my head removed from the padded hood, I was then restrained in a simpler spreadeagled position. Of course, she couldn’t resist a little breath play with her slave and a large latex bed sheet was laid over me. First the sheet was drawn up over my face and stretched tight over mouth and nose, then that wonderfully formed latex clad derriere came down on my face sealing my airways, then a bit of both provided a climax to the session.

It was really nice when Maggie joined me for a wonderful rubber cuddle between the rubber bed sheets, but before freeing my hands I had to promise that I would only use them to stroke her buttocks. Once I receive an instruction I obey Maggie implicitly, although I do understand why Mistress wanted to reinforce my training with me making that promise. I am, after all only human despite my slave status and Maggie is an incredibly attractive Mistress. I do and did always keep my promises to Maggie; the consequences of disobeying are unthinkable and intolerable to me. I reiterate that Maggie has got the best latex clad bottom that a slave could ever wish for and is a real joy to stroke my latex gloved hands gently over those fine, tight latex clad orbs.

As the anniversary session came to a close we stripped off our latex suits. We had both been perspiring fairly heavily and I was invited and very eagerly accepted Maggie's instruction to lick clean the inside of her discarded suit. Essence of Mistress is an incredible stimulant.

Another of the endearing memories of a wonderful anniversary session was Maggie again allowing me to pedicure her feet. It may be odd but I just like doing something caring and gentle for my Mistress.