Tight Times Ahead

My vision of the session, as imprinted from Mistress Maggie's calling mail was clear, although the details were naturally very scant. This is another of Maggie's helpful tools to assist and guide a slave to experience the perfect sessions; the anticipation, the excitement, the mystery, thinking about how the flesh will play out on the bones of that mail. I still get nervous tension as session time approaches. The knot in the stomach, the excitement, but the doubt of the first sessions is now long gone and I really can't wait for the calling mail then spend the next 24 hours wishing my time away.

I arrived with "I am ready for some sleek and shiny dressing that is sure to take your breath away. I will be getting your training started for a forthcoming venture before leading you into a tight situation that is bound to have you tingling with delight." imprinted in my mind and was immediately greeted with . . . some sleek and shiny. . . as Mistress was wearing a long low cut dress, in tight black latex and wide stretchy belt, but most prominent was Maggie's long flowing auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders to sit teasingly across the top of her chest. An absolute vision. This was going to be another good day.

Back from the bathroom wearing latex socks and gloves and of course my leather slave collar. Mistress made short work of inserting my butt plug, head to carpet, rump skywards, sufficient lube and its in, then helped me into my tight latex catsuit. Maggie had been thoughtful and allowed me to leave my suit warming in the Playroom whilst I changed in the bathroom, anyone putting on cold latex will appreciate this gesture. I was seated on the wooden chair and securely roped to it, its position meant I could comfortably watch all of Mistresses movements as she prepared for the next stage. I must have looked like the Churchill nodding dog as I followed Mistress round the Playroom, simply in awe of Maggie and with a big smile on my face.

On went the plastic bag. Ahh . . . take your breath away . . . To me it was just a plastic bag as Maggie fastened me inside with my slave collar, then tied my hands to my head and knotted with securing rope into my mouth. Not too effective as a gag, but perhaps it was the sensation of me chewing on plastic that Maggie wanted to achieve. Then the realization that Maggie wouldn't go to all this elaborate preparatory work only to have to destroy the bag when I gasped for air. Mistress had cleverly constructed two sealed chimneys at the top of her bag. For the first of many times, Mistress opened one corner of the bag and breathed a couple of her own lungfuls of life into her slave before re-sealing me in the airtight bubble. Thus Maggie was able to maintain her slave in breathless anticipation for far longer than just a plain simple sealed plastic bag would allow.

Maggie didn't help my concentration either, maybe she had been developing her language skills since our last session and had decided to practice them with her captive slave, but her voice had changed and I was receiving orders in a domineering eastern European accent. There I was concentrating on deep regular breaths to eek out the limited air when she opened my nipple zips and put two pegs on each nipple. I could see exactly what was coming but when they went on, talk about take your breath away. Ouch! Maggie knew the reaction and immediately gave me two more scheduled lungfuls of her air, and I took a good few slaps across my face for not utilizing her gift of the knot in my mouth as instructed. Mistress totally in charge of my air, occasionally nipping the nipples, even more occasionally giving a nibble on them to keep me guessing, and me loving the sensations and sweet scent of her breaths. Finally I got a kiss on my plastic covered knot filled mouth and I was one happy slave.

After all too short a time, Maggie moved on to the next part of the session explaining that in a future session she was planning to exhibit my obedience skills, a bit like Crufts I think, and I would, for now, be running through some of the disciplines that she will expect me to perform . . . training started for a forthcoming venture . . . I donned the knee pads, willingly accepted the lead and became Maggie's pet pooch. A cross between a great Dane and a podgy poodle, but a greyhound I ain't! Mistress explained each discipline as we progressed; firstly walking smartly to heel; then obedience, the stay and come commands, to retrieve a thrown object and finally rest quietly at Mistresses feet. Each exercise repeated until Maggie was satisfied with her pet. This was great fun and I tried hard to become her well trained dog. Fetching the slipper was probably the most fun and by this stage, if I had a visible tail, it would have been wagging profusely. Maggie seemed at least satisfied with her pet and I got a nice stroke after each exercise.

And then to the final parts of the calling mail . . . a tight situation . . . I have been subjected to clingfilm bondage before so knew roughly what to expect as Maggie stood me in the center of the room, asked me to secure one end of the wide roll of clingfilm under my right arm and then proceeded to walk round and round her slave tugging and smoothing the film as she went. My balance was fine and I was soon mummified with my hands comfortably securely by my sides.

Red Gaffer tape across shoulders and upper torso followed by the white PVC bandages around lower torso and legs, I would have made an attractive parcel. (For those of you who know ballet, I would recommend standing in a narrow 'first' position. This gives your feet the most stable spread and allows you to maintain balance during filming.) Probably the hardest part was getting from upright to lying on the latex bed, which now has a new mattress by the way. Although I was confident about just flopping backwards, Maggie sensibly attached a temporary rope halter round my chest to assist with the controlled descent once I had passed the tipping point. Safe and easy as it turned out as I trust Maggie to look after her property. Once prone, Mistress had some final wrapping to complete at feet and lower legs then moved to attend to her cock and balls that she had so thoughtfully left exposed during the wrapping.

Mistress is a true expert at this and I was ready in short-time for the final cling filming. A piece of the wide film wrapped from shoulders, over the top of the head and temporarily secured to my front. It is amazing how clear a single film is and I had crystal clear vision of Mistress as I lay there waiting. The final wrap was the narrower, more flexible film around the head, making sure the mouth was clear for breathing, and I was done. Completely covered firstly in my thick latex, then clingfilm then plastic bandages and gaffer tape.

Humph, Maggie is far too thorough in her planning! At least with all that tape, my nipples could recover from the clothes pegs. Fitting the cock and ball electrodes was a novel and new experience. Mistress fitted the electrodes at either side of her cock then secured them with a standard condom . . . tingling with delight . . .  In a previous session one electrode had managed to migrate from one ball to half way down my leg; not going to happen this time. A quick test of the attachments, just to be on the safe side of course, although I think for a little Maggie amusement as well and we were good to go for my final dressing. My already condom covered cock was then all topped off with the thick black sheath and ball cover through which Maggie carefully threaded the wires for the electrodes, cock and balls at the mercy of Mistress and her remote control.


I lay there for a while, couldn't do anything else, as Maggie pinched my nostrils shut and attached a re-breather bag to the Dragar mouthpiece. I was relaxed, breathing well and comfortable in the knowledge that I was in Maggie's charge.

Then I made a mistake and really should have known better. I am a simple and frequently stupid slave, and I was about to add greediness to my list of undesirable slave attributes. Mistress knew I would be getting warm and perspiring and offered a drink to quench my thirst. "Yeth pleathe" I lisped through the latex mouthpiece and relaxed as Maggie went to the bathroom to brew my refreshment. I sipped the first taste of nectar gently through the offered funnel and tube and thought I would be more bold with the next, determined to take a long swig, and I rather stupidly breathed in at the same time as taking a swig and I started choking.

There was no need to worry, the feeding tube was removed and I was eased onto my side to help recovery. Within seconds Maggie had her slave breathing easily and normally and imploring her not to cut off my film.

Mistress was satisfied that everything had settled down and after a quick referral to her comprehensive session plan, blanked off my vision with another judiciously placed piece of tape for the final part of training.

As a final note to any slaves who are fortunate to find themselves on the new latex bed, it is really comfortable but you need to make sure you leave room for Maggie to sit. I was initially too near the side of the bed and Mistress in her smooth latex skirt had a tendency to slip off the memory foam. That was probably the most difficult part of the training; needing to shuffle sideways in full tape and plastic jacket.

Pain to Pleasure

It never fails to amaze me how the psyche of a male submissive slave can turn what could be considered by some as a most painful experience into a most explosive, involuntary ejaculation. I mean who would lay still strapped to a gynaecological couch, whilst having needles pricked into your cock, then have the needles crocheted together, followed by electrodes attached to the needles and balls and program 10 on the e-stim electrics and still worship the person inflicting such an ordeal?

Until you meet my exceptional Mistress, Mistress Maggie, you may find the concept a little difficult to understand but I regularly and very willingly submit to Maggie for her to do whatever she wishes, such is her magnetism.

Maggie had advised me in the call up mail that ". . . I am in a true medical mood. . ." and the appointment in the Clinic started with a little remedial medical treatment. Although I think it was planned so as to disable my dominant eye and arm to prove to her 'patient' that Nurse Maggie was, after the Christmas break, once more in sole charge of her slave; it worked. I could only wiggle the fingers a little on my right arm and my left eye was bandaged shut. As most of Mistresses activity is accomplished on this side of the White Room, I naturally only glimpsed Maggie as she occasionally tended to my right side, to attach a strap or retrieve a mask from the rows of appliances on the wall. I couldn't see what was emerging from the medical sterile cupboard on my left, but I could hear!

". . . To keep it short, an operation will be performed and it is advised that you lie still . . ."

I heard the clink-clink of steel on dish as Maggie unwrapped the use-once needles and placed them in her receptacle. I heard perhaps 8 or 12 such tinkles and I couldn't tell if one of the clunks was a hypodermic or not. Oh well it didn't really matter because, as I said, Maggie owns the rights when I arrive for treatment. Once all the pricks, pokes, lightening bolts and crochet strokes had been applied Mistress needed to attend to her own personal needs, momentarily disappearing to the bathroom to wash her hands and don a fresh pair of surgical gloves. In those few seconds, the electrics/pins/rope combination worked their insidious magic and in seconds, my cock had gone from being under control to being a spurting, out of control embarrassment.

Maggie was never more than a few feet away and I could have easily called out and she would be there in seconds, but I didn't want to alarm her and it happened so quick that even in those few seconds, I could not have reversed the involuntary ejaculation. I was milked by electric and needles and very apologetic to Mistress about not being able to control her unruly cock. 

Mistress was a little surprised that I had messed myself but was determined that a little thing like a milked cock would not stand in the way of her or my further enjoyment for the remainder of the session and immediately doubled the intensity on her estim control box. But it did necessitate 'Plan B' due to the unexpected nature of the indiscretion.

Strangely enough, I didn't feel the urge to drop off to sleep in a contented and euphoric post-orgasm sleep like most men do after orgasm. On the contrary, I think I was starting to get a little hard again as Maggie attached the dildo tube to the breathing mask and made use of her patient with her own self-examination.

By this time I had been de-bandaged, my wrists were now strapped to the couch, I could do nothing to assist apart from pant when the breathing holes in the dildo were engaged. Mistress knows her patient too well to allow hands free. Despite years of training, my hands still have the tendency to stray onto Maggie's latex clad buttocks as I know how she likes gentle rubber strokes. I do try hard to avoid such indiscretions but it really does feel good to stroke a perfect rubber bottom.

I did find it amusing that Mistress kept warning me each time a needle went in that I would feel a little prick! Maggie was the one doing that. And yes, I did keep very still during the operation, but despite the anaesthetic-poppers that were deployed I think Maggie's prick was anything but little by the time the post operative activities were completed.

Rubber Heaven

Sessions with a professional dominatrix are not always punctuated with pain and suffering, although these do form an integral and very necessary part of the discipline that is required to be a good, attentive and dedicated slave. I have absolutely no complaints about anything that my Mistress deems appropriate to help me become a better slave and that includes any pain and discomfort that I willingly suffer for my Mistress. It is those solid training foundations that have enabled an excellent Mistress to allow her slave a session of just plain and simple enjoyment. This is exactly what Mistress Maggie allowed me to experience today.

The calling notice was enticingly vague as normal. "A lithe rubber Goddess will be guiding you on your way to rubber heaven, but remember that only good rubber boys deserve a place there and you will be tested in advance." That single teasing sentence with all its implications reinforced my determination that I would try my hardest to please Mistress and be a "good rubber boy". I am not sure if I changed my approach by much as I always give 100% to my Mistress, but it did remind me why I am one of Maggie's very willing and loyal slaves.

I was given instruction when I arrived that I would need to pass three tasks to allow me the privilege of accompanying Mistress into rubber heaven. Maggie advised me that these are essential slave qualities and a slave has no place in rubber heaven without them. The first task was the worship of my Mistress, the second was obedience to perform a task that Mistress would set, without question and to the very best of my abilities, and the third task was to serve my Mistress in a role that would really benefit Mistress. Already Mistress had confirmed that she did not need to inflict pain on her slave today but that I would be experiencing rubber heaven only if I proved myself a worthy slave.

I returned from the bathroom in my red socks and gloves and a very relaxed attitude that balls, nipples etc may not be the butt of Maggie's amusement, for today at least. It was strange because I know Maggie gets pleasure from the occasional discomfort of her slaves and I enjoy providing her with that pleasure. Maggie gently lubed my butt and again complimented my grooming and my black plug was in. Maggie is good at that and I am pleased I am opening to the correct aperture for my plug; no discomfort at all.

Mistress lay supine on the latex bed and the first part of my journey had begun. I was to worship Mistresses footwear, a normal homage at the start of every session. Maggie was wearing her figure hugging black latex catsuit with a hood that framed her stunning face. The black of Maggie's suit contrasting vividly with my own red latex catsuit that I had been eased into and the black of the leather harness that Mistress had attached over my suit. I was already, in my mind, well along the road to rubber heaven but this was only the start of my journey. I had to be a 'good rubber boy' and that involved restricting my worship to Maggie's black court shoes and, if I was really lucky her exposed ankles. I was allowed far more time than I normally get to worship Mistress and even had the privilege of being instructed to remove her shoes and caress and kiss her naked feet. Maggie does have the most amazing and sensual feet, provocative red nail polish and the most delightful girlish giggle when you find just that right spot on her soles. Today was just getting better and better.

The next test of my suitability to accompany my Mistress on the journey to rubber heaven literally had me six inches nearer heaven. Maggie had me wear the ballet boots that I have briefly experienced before. I was to obey her request to walk in them across the landing to where she was smiling at my antics and  gently encouraging her slave in my task. I was so determined that I would succeed to walk across the landing but I should add, I was clutching very tightly to the landing banister. This was by far the most taxing of today's experiences but I did try really hard to walk and managed three circuits back and forward before Maggie declared that a lot more practice was required but that I had satisfactorily completed the task of obeying without question and with total commitment, but only just, I removed the boots and returned them to their temporary home in the Clinic and closed that part of today's session.

The final test of my suitability was to be allowed to help Mistress with her New Years resolution; the ruthless task of reducing her wardrobe and clearing out some of her older Mistress garments to free space in her well stocked and totally full wardrobe. I was to hold the displaced clothing bag, retrieve all the hangers in turn from the wardrobe and return the hangers with garments to be retained. Obviously Maggie didn't expect any comments as I was fitted with the comfortable but very effective penis gag over my black latex hood. I did get opportunity to nod my agreement when asked if an old leather coat could be discarded. Just imagine, what a privilege for any slave to assist their Mistress in weeding out their wardrobe. I loved it and took the responsibility very seriously. I could definitely feel my mojo rising and ascending towards heaven.

My ascendancy to the higher plane of rubber heaven was about to ramp up a notch on our return to the Playroom where Maggie was preparing my next cosmic delight. Well, two delights to be more accurate but I had to lose the snug leather harness first. It had done its job and we tidied it away ready for the next lucky slave.

Firstly the loose fitting red rubber suit emerged from its protective shroud and we very carefully eased me inside. I have already eulogized about this suit in previous blogs but have never experienced it over my own red suit. The effect was electrifying. My under suit slid easily inside the medical red suit and set up the most glorious sensual, slithery sensations. I was definitely well on the road to slave heaven. The second was the gun metal inflatable hood that, once again, I have reported on very favorably in my earlier blogs. This time though, Maggie felt confident that I would take maximum pressure and just kept pumping. Slow rhythmic pumps punctuated by a pause as Maggie stroked the tightening ball and ask if I was still OK. Mistress knew I was fine because she knows her slave but asks all the same. It is reassuring to receive that level of attention. Vision is very limited when fully inflated but I didn't care. I was in good hands and could still make out my Mistress as she continued her preparation for my final journey.

A red rope to each limb, loosely attached to the bondage bed and my vision was even more limited to just above the head of the bed that was, on this occasion, angled into the corner of the Playroom. Mistress spent a little time attaching electrodes to my cock and balls and then I was left quietly contemplating how near to Shangri-la Maggie had taken me. Of course I wasn't just left on my own tied to the bed. Maggie is far too good a Mistress not to be always attentive to her slaves. I felt I was floating because the fully inflated helmet effectively dulls virtually all sound apart from the little ripples as the bladder reacts to the slightest of movements on the bed. I knew Maggie was there because every now and then she would stroke the helmet or my double suited body or just say something, almost inaudible but I knew I was OK.

Then the nipple zips were opened and Mistress gently teased each nipple. I know how she likes to give some real nipple punishment and perhaps may be tempted, but true to her word there were no needles, no nibbling or biting, no electrodes, no painful clamps no pain. The zips were re-sealed and I was gently covered with the black latex sheet making three layers of latex covering, warming me very nicely. I was left approaching heaven.

My journey wasn't quite complete yet. Mistress covered my perspex eyes with a bandage and I could just hear her whispering that this was necessary but wouldn't last long. I detected more muffled Playroom sounds as Maggie did something around my little piece of heaven. I even thought I detected the click of something being turned on or off. Was it the room heater or the lights? No matter I couldn't see anything anyway so I laid back and imagined in my minds eye, my Mistress floating around the Playroom, doing those Mistressy things that Mistresses do. All the while, the electrodes had been performing, doing their rhythmic humping of my cock and balls.

When Maggie removed the bandage, what I saw was surreal. Gone was the normal lighting of the Playroom to be replaced with a low yet strangely much brighter whiter light. Perhaps I had already arrived in heaven? The ambiance certainly suggested that I had. I lay there looking through the lenses at my little corner of the Playroom and Maggie allowed me a little breath play. Her breath, sweet as always but this time like a waft of heaven as if a Goddess had breathed down my airway and then a little re-breather play with the bag whistling in and out for a few moments. Mistress knew it could only be for a limited time as focusing on retaining my tube and the extra breathing restrictions could easily panic her slave. With the hood so heavily inflated you really have to concentrate on quite a lot of the mechanics of breathing through the tube; don't lose the tube; don't breathe out through your nose and most importantly don't panic.

Then I received her full, albeit slight body weight across my two rubber suits and latex sheet. The effect was immediate and, well, simply heavenly. Everything slid and slipped and just moved in all directions, very sexy and simply amazing. I could detect Maggie gently caressing my inflated head and even through four layers of rubber, I could feel the warmth that my Mistress was radiating as she slid me further towards heaven. I thought at that stage that I must have been a 'very good rubber boy' and certainly was one hell of a lucky slave.

When you think the world could not get any better, it did. After our slippery, slithery cavortings, Maggie released the air from my ball-head and removed the hood but left the loose bindings to keep my hands and feet under loose control and then allowed me the privilege of feeling the warmth of her latex clad body as she lay next to me on the black latex bed. I was inches away from the most stunning profile that I could ever imagine. Her eyes occasionally flashed, totally alive, and certainly eclipsing the low white ambient lighting as we lay there talking about trivia; I was so close I could see the occasional laughter line as we idly chatted and Maggie smiled or laughed at another inane comment I made. Maggie untied my hands but left my feet secured and I was allowed to help her out of her own hood. And that was when I knew today's journey had reached the heavenly destination that Maggie had promised her slave, if I was a 'good rubber boy'. Her long jet black hair, tied back to fit into the hood, cascaded onto the latex pillow and we spent a little while longer just chatting. I was trying desperately to tease her right ear but was just too far away and had to be content with watching the small shiny stud become animated as Maggie smiled or talked: Her smile raising her ears and the stud winking enticingly back at me.

The old adage of 'no pain no gain' is generally true for most Mistress/slave training but on this rare and wonderful occasion, Maggie allowed me no pain and all gain. Perhaps it was because it was near to Christmas or perhaps it was her own reward to herself for the hard work she had invested to help me become a better slave or perhaps, just perhaps it was because I was a really good rubber boy today. Whatever the reasons, Maggie, true to her word as always, had transported me to rubber slave heaven and I loved it. I could have laid there for a long time, just watching Mistress, still in her skin-tight latex, tidying a few items in the playroom but unfortunately even a trip to rubber heaven has to end sometime.

I suspect I may have to pay for the no pain delights at my next training session though but I will not mind one jot, providing Mistress is as happy as I was today!

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 . . .