11 Pounds of Ball Weights

I was absolutely bricking today's session. Not because of what Mistress Maggie had suggested in the call up mail  '. . . your balls will undergo an alternative treatment in an effort to make them hang evenly. . .' That was expected, as I had made a rather stupid comment the last time Mistress had stretched my balls, saying that the weights she had applied were comfortable. Nor was it the strong hints from Maggie that  '. . . The clinic will be used for conducting demonstrations on how to get the best deals on your gas and electric. . .' I knew, if I was focused that I would try and endure anything that Mistress required.

No, my greatest fear was the consequences of a cardinal sin I discovered whilst waiting for my appointed time. In a sense, it was fortunate that I had assumed my butt plug was in my kit bag 'as it always is' and had only discovered it was missing 10 minutes before the session. That only gave me 10 minutes of abject panic. I resolved that there was only one course I could take. I would confess to Maggie and throw myself on her mercy: The only option as I have always promised to be honest with Mistress.

Mistress had warned me that it would be a good idea for me to screw on my steel ball weight and give my balls a pre-session workout, as they would be treated to a serious stretching challenge. A good slave always follows orders from his Mistress, so with my ball weight in place as instructed, balls swinging as I walked, I made my way to session. 

I arrived, blurted out my confession and apology and was flabbergasted by Maggie's nonchalant and relatively relaxed action. Not what I expected at all. I was still desperately worried as I followed Mistresses stunning tight black latex covered rump, topped off with her delightfully tight olive green top and black open faced hood. It was a shame that I was so worried because that sight was one that deserved and demanded my full attention.

Oh well, nothing I could do now so on with my training. A quick explanation of the proceedings by Maggie, a visit to the bathroom to change from outer clothes to my slaves clothes of latex gloves, latex stockings and of course my slave collar that I always arrive in. A quick powder and I was in my latex suit. Mistress tidying the zips, cleaning and polishing and a final smooth all over and her slave was dressed. Well almost; the final item was the superbly fitting waist corset. This time Maggie paid extra attention to gathering in my ample girth and tightened the straps as far as she could pull them.

It was at this point that I realised Maggie had been teasing me. She instructed me to bend over for my butt plug and with that musical laugh Maggie possesses, retrieved the missing plug from behind the curtain. 'I thought I would have a little fun teasing you, slave'.  I was soooo relieved and relaxed that the errant plug needed only a little coaching and lubrication and it was sucked in to its rightful place.

 I was then sat on The Bondage Chair with my exposed butt plug showing through the central hole. Maggie secured me with a few chains and set about teasing me some more. The room vibrator was wedged against my butt plug and put into motion whilst Maggie enclosed my head in a clear plastic bag, occasionally removing the vibrator and using it to good effect on herself. Oh the frustration as I watched as Mistresses eyes closed and a little gasp crept from her lips. Something was definitely wrong. Mistress kept teasing, the vibrator kept vibrating and when Maggie pressed her delicious lips on my plastic mouth, inevitably I embarrassed myself inside my latex suit.

No contact with cock or balls at all. Just Mistress teasing and the vibrator. I couldn't help myself and for the second time today I apologised to Maggie.

I know why Mistress likes her cock to be under control and premature ejaculation can have dire consequences on the dynamics of a session. It can change the mood of the slave and of course adversely affect the enjoyment of Mistress. However, there was no way that I was prepared to allow my embarrassment to interfere with Maggie's enjoyment and I was determined to continue my efforts through to the end. Still chained to the chair I readily agreed for Mistress to fit me with the full system mask. I think when I am not distracted with my recent embarrassment it will be superb to wear, and I hope Maggie does not take today's slightly negative reaction as a true reflection of how much I will enjoy future fittings. Sadly I struggled to feel fully comfortable in the heavy mask. After a short period Mistress thought enough was enough and I was sent off to the bathroom with my tail between my legs and ordered to return once I had cleaned up the mess of my own making.

Then, oh how I wished I had not been so blasé about the effect on my balls when being stretched in an earlier session. At that time I rashly stated I was comfortable with the stretching. Never again. When Mistress asks I will always say I was at my limits.

No, on reflection I will continue to be totally honest no matter the consequences, although I may not be quite so cavalier. Today though I was right on my limits for my balls.

Mistress strung my wrists to the overhead, my legs forced wide on the iron spreader. On went the clamp over my existing ball weight and the gold weights were taken from their place on the Playroom shelf. Maggie selected the ones she liked and began tying them to the clamp. The first two were fine, I stood there feeling a little stretched and I told Mistress that I was OK. But there were two more even larger weights waiting to be deployed, so heavy that Mistress took extra care attaching those to her slave. These also were threaded, tied and left hanging from my groin while Mistress stepped back to take measure of her artistry. That was when it got really hard.

I had hardly got used to the ball weights when Mistress slithered up in a snake-like fashion, and with the gentlest touch from her latex covered abdomen against my cock and balls she set my balls swinging. Then in a clear voice ’Set timer to 5 minutes’. I knew what that meant, five minutes of hell. I managed to keep the weights swaying for a couple of minutes but that was it.

The closest I can get to conveying the real pain I was feeling was when I used to play rugby and got a real kick to the bollocks. That gut wrenching aftermath when you feel you cannot breathe. You need to go into the fetal position; you need to nurture your damaged balls; you just need it to stop. None of which were about to happen. All I could do was sag into the restraints and try and absorb the excruciating ache that  was building in my balls. But I was determined to endure as long as possible because that was what Maggie had decreed.  I sagged into the restraints and for the first time was really glad that I was held upright. The timer was still running but Maggie knew I had reached my limit and gently removed each weight in turn, the last one finally came off as the timer beeped the 5 minutes passing. I was knackered! Maggie weighed the pay-load after the session and the total weight suspended from my balls was eleven pounds!

What relief when I was released. I thought my ball sac would be down at ground level but did allow a little smile that I had more or less achieved what Mistress had wanted, and after all, they are hers to do as she wishes.

We moved into the Clinic when I found it very welcoming to be able to lie on the gynaecology couch. I was given a nice rubber mask to sniff through as Maggie hooked her tiring slave up to her halothane breathing circuit, to give me a whiff of TNT aroma. Now I know that TNT is supposed to be highly explosive, but it couldn’t compete with the embarrassing premature explosion I’d had earlier, when I was chained on the chair and being bagged and teased by Maggie, the bi-product being that some parts of my anatomy simply refused to stand to attention. Anyway, this slave discovered that if you are clumsy enough to embarrass yourself  then you can expect mood changes throughout the rest of the session.

Not that Maggie needed a large cock to play with, she had other plans. Under Maggie's instruction, her husband John had been hard at work in the creative department and had fashioned two twin wheeled electric pinwheels. One for each nipple. How very thoughtful of them both! It was my turn to try them today and I was about to feel the benefits of getting my gas and electric from the same supplier. Nipple zips opened, a quick squeeze on each nipple to make them stand up, another good supply of gas entering my nostrils via the face mask, then prick after prick of sharp electrifying pricks running across my nipples, it was a good job Maggie had strapped me down for the demo. I was not expecting to be shown how she streams two channels of electric through her property! I may get into trouble for saying this and my body would agree but I don’t think that Maggie was being very economical with her use of electricity.

Things did start to perk up somewhat as Mistress removed my butt-plug and once again mounted me on the couch. Imagine the sensation: Twin electrifying pin wheels rolling across both nipples as Mistress rhythmically exercised my arse hole. I was starting to get quite a lot of 'feeling' back in my cock and balls and beginning to wish once again that my training would go on forever with my excellent Mistress.

I was pleased that I had the balls to continue with my training after my earlier incident. It does alter the mood but I found with concentration and a short rest, I was able to return to that subservient zone but most importantly, I didn't totally disappoint Mistress Maggie.

The best comment was delivered by Maggie who said afterwards ‘. . . On a positive note it’s unlikely I can come up with anything meaner than today in time for your next session . . .’ Hmmm. I bet she can though.

A Day at the Seaside

I am pleased and really proud that Mistress Maggie has sufficient trust in her slave after more than 70 wonderfully successful sessions, to allow me to accompany her once again on a trip to one of her favourite adult shops, Saints and Sinners, in Blackpool. That trust has had to be earned though with many smotherings, the occasional beating, frequent bondage, electric treatments, lots of rubber and copious quantities of adoration from her slave and of course instant, unquestioning obedience. For today's session I was entrusted to drive Maggie the fifteen or so miles into the heart of the resort so favoured by many summer visitors.

The butt plug, as always, was expertly slipped in with me simply bent forward holding the cell door. It is a great feeling for a slave to be so easily and readily available and accessible for Mistress that the act of fitting my man-hole cover is so easily achieved. After the plugging I was placed inside the cage and told to wait for Mistress Maggie's return. Wow. When she returned she was wearing her long black latex coat over her simple all black 'normal' outdoor clothes. Anything but normal showing off her fine figure to perfection, with just a hint of breast visible under her lace covered black top. What an incredible Mistress.

As I remain under training, Mistress wisely planned a constant reminder of my servitude by fitting me with one of her solid steel cock cages before leaving the Playroom.

I felt a little embarrassed at this point, not because Maggie had ordered me to strip below the waist, that’s just another instruction that I have learnt to obey immediately and without question, nor the enjoyment I get as Mistress inserts my plug, that too is a normal part of my training, but the fact that my cock and balls were so unruly when being fitted into the cage. It took a couple of attempts, interspersed with not a little frustration on Maggie's part, before she was able to successfully capture both balls and her unruly cock in the cage and say.

'Okay, we are ready to go now’.

I try hard to lay there passively, otherwise I start to get an erection which makes it far more difficult capturing the equipment. It is hardly surprising having a very attractive woman sitting next to me as I lay on the latex covered bondage bed, lubricating cock and balls and then manipulating the cage round your manhood that an untrained slave reacts accordingly. I clearly still have a lot to learn to master the technique of keeping my cock flaccid at appropriate times for Mistresses benefit.

The trip to S&S was largely uneventful, although I was constantly distracted with the natural sounds that emanated with each movement from Mistress and her rubber mac. Of course, being Blackpool in winter the rubber coat was most appropriate with the occasional spots of rain driving in off the Irish Sea.

I did, however, receive a stern warning to keep within the speed limit as my TomTom alerted us both that I had crept up to 77 on the motorway. ‘The next time that hooter goes will earn you a good caning’. A salutary reminder from Mistress that my training includes all aspects of a slaves behaviour whilst in Maggie's charge. TomTom remained quiet after that one warning.

It has to rank as another of the high spots of my training being able to accompany Mistress outside the Playroom and a privilege I have had to earn. Maggie attracting admiring glances from the few brave souls out in the squally weather and me dressed normally but proudly wearing my slave collar, walking as close to Mistress as humanly possible. The ladies in Saints and Sinners were great and take it as a normal activity that Mistress Maggie has a slave in tow as she goes about replenishing her aroma supplies and purchasing the odd item that I know will be 'uncomfortable' when applied back at base.

We were able to stop for refreshments on the way home and we whiled away a little time just talking about this and that. It was just relaxed idle chatter and as we sat enjoying the food, Maggie consumed a whole bottle of sparkling water, smiled with that twinkle in her eyes, leaned forward and whispered ‘You will be receiving some of that later’. The sun had come out, the vista across the bay superb and I was allowed to take a quick picture of Maggie as the sun streamed through the cafe window and danced on the black rubber of the coat. A quite superior photo.

On our return, after ordering me to strip off Maggie once again inserted me in the cage, locked the door and disappeared for a while whilst I contemplated another very successful but all too rare day out at the seaside with Mistress Maggie.

When she eventually returned she was carrying an armful of latex items: a hood, a pump up gag, a bulb pump and a blindfold. They were laid out in a row before me.

This was my first time wearing the new 'system' hood and it is oh so comfortable and a dream for Maggie to fit me in. I stuck my head through the cell bars to allow her more space, and in an instant the hood was fully zipped up, snug and comfortable. Followed by the breathe through inflatable gag, my collar and lastly the blindfold. A couple of pumps fixed the gag in place, not uncomfortable to wear and easy to breathe through both the gag and nose holes. The blindfold is not quite as effective as some of Maggie's blindfolds as small glimmers of light leak round the periphery, but all the same very effective and you cannot see what is happening when wearing it. In fact you are blindfolded!

It was strange that despite the fact I was unfettered, I had no desire whatsoever to move from the position I was instructed to maintain, nor attempt to remove the blindfold. I just stood and waited. I heard Maggie return, unlock the cell door and felt the lead attached to my slave collar, a gentle tug was used to encourage me out of my incarceration. Another instruction to sit on the floor with my back against the bed and only then was the blindfold removed. Nothing had changed. Maggie standing over me in her trench coat with that beautiful smile holding a thin black rubber tube, she bent forwards and fastened it onto my gag. I was of course now piped for drinking and I realised something had changed.

Maggie eased aside the flaps of her coat revealing her piss pants; black latex pants with a see through latex bladder to capture her liquid, the long rubber tube extending from it which was now attached to my feeding tube.

I sat mesmerised as I could see Maggie's liquid filling the bladder and was a little disappointed as I sucked and . . . nothing. Until the tap was opened and I received my filtered version of the bottled water Maggie had promised me. I eagerly gulped down a bladder full, gazing up at Mistress as she stood arms akimbo, smiling at her slave drinking her sparkling pee. I thought I had done really well consuming a bladder full of nectar, only to watch as Maggie first closed the valve and filled up the latex bladder again. Wow! Second helpings. This slave felt really privileged as the tap was opened once more and allowed to feed on more of her juices. I know I am greedy for my Mistress and amazingly a third helping was available. Maggie then said she had had a lot more to give, but thought it too much pleasure for her slave and had disposed of half the wine earlier.

After my third helping and the well sucked dry I couldn't help myself just leaning forward a little, snaking my hands round the now loosely hanging folds of her coat and giving Maggie the gentlest of strokes as a thank you for another session. Fortunately, Maggie did not think I had taken a liberty with this action and allowed me that luxury. She had achieved all this control of her slave simply by willpower and training. No force, apart from the unruly cock cage, no shouting, a little cell time and I would do anything for my Mistress.

A word of advice to any wannabe’s. To get to this level of trust with Mistress, to be allowed accompanied visits outside the Playroom takes a LOT of hard graft on the part of the slave and will definitely not occur in the early parts of your training, in fact may never occur. It depends purely on Mistress.

I suspect my 'control' in future may be a little more physical on occasions and I wont always have the luxury of unfettered stroking. Oh well such is the life of a slave. And I love it.

Double Stretched

Despite two excellent sessions this year, Mistress Maggie was a little concerned that all the hard work she had put into stretching my asshole had been neglected. I was not surprised when the calling message included . . . stretching exercise will be used to get you into better shape.

Mistress was in her red thigh high latex stockings and tight black latex leotard topped off with her white nurses cap; I was in my latex shorts, stockings and opera gloves and Mistress warned that my asshole would be sealing up again if action wasn't taken, so today I would be eased open with her strap-on.

I was introduced orally to the strap-on that Mistress was wearing. Maggie said she would judge how much I could take up my bum and how slippy I would like it by the amount I took in my mouth and how much saliva I left on it. It seemed quite long; far too long to take all of its length in my mouth, but I didn't want to disappoint Mistress and did my best to take as much as I could swallow. Another first. Music while you work, well while Maggie worked on my rear. Not sure what it was but nice to listen to as I was ordered into a kneeling position on the padded bench ready to be tied down for my exercise.

Maggie took her time, lightly roping my arms to the bed but sufficiently tight to keep my hands out of mischief. A little lubrication, a little finger stretching, a little more lube and of course the condom over the dildo before presenting the tip against my once more tight little bum hole.

I have taken this strap-on before but I was definitely tight. Maggie sensed this but was equally determined to reclaim her territory and gently eased the tip home. Once the sphincter accepted the first inch I was able to get accustomed to the size of this invader again, I grunted through the soft ball gag that it was in and I was relatively comfortable. It certainly got better as I was gently stretched back into shape and after a few more gentle short strokes I was in the zone and wanted the whole length. I drove backwards as Mistress pushed and could feel the warmth as Maggie joined me in close contact. A little too vigorous I think, because Mistress gently whispered instructions for me to ease forward as my thrusting had changed the launch position and put her off balance. I just relaxed and went along with the ride moving with the rhythm of the music.

Whilst still wearing my huge grin, Maggie chained me to the cell door for another way to take my breath away. Two new plastic bags were deployed and whilst I was breathing hard Mistress paid attention to my inverted nipples, coaching them into a semi erect state so they too could be returned to their pre-Christmas condition. I tried very hard to convert the pain into pleasure to please Maggie, and was largely successful in being able to ride with the intense treatment of the double bagging combined with the attention each little bud received. I was satisfied that I hadn't needed to resort to whimpering, although I did flinch a bit and so did my grin.

And now for something completely different. Into the White Room where I was greeted with the goalposts firmly in place at the business end of the gynae couch. This arrangement allows weights to be hung over the crossbar on pulleys, and it wasn't long before I knew exactly what the weights would be stretching.

There is a knack to getting onto the couch through the goalposts: I take it slowly, ignoring the steps I go forward under the crossbar and once my backside is through, sit down and slowly turn over onto my back. Settled on my back Maggie secured me to her bench with a snug waist strap, wrist shackles, legs spread high on stirrups between the goalposts. I braced myself as a cold black latex sheet was draped over my torso, but I am used to latex and know that it warms up very quickly.

Mistress drew back the drape and my nipples were inspected, they were still deemed to be miserably inverted despite their attention in the Playroom and absolutely no fun for a Mistress. I was consoled with guidance that it could be treated, but may possibly leave a few marks around the nipple that may last for up to a week. No problem with that. Mistress always alerts if there may be visible marking but is never a problem because once you know, you can take avoiding action. I smiled my consent and agreed I needed the treatment.

Mistress then eased back the lower part of the black sheet, looked at my balls and confidently declared that  ". . . balls don’t hang evenly, nurse will make them more presentable" and smiled that knowledgeable smile that is so endearing. But not until due care and attention to the nipples. At this stage I was wearing a latex hood and had reasonable vision as Maggie firstly massaged oil around my nipples and went to retrieve what appeared to be two small glass jars, a bottle of methylated spirits, a small swab and forceps from the storage cupboard. This was really intriguing. What the hell was Maggie going to do to my nipples, flambe them or perhaps apply meths to my cock and balls? Oh well, I did say Maggie had free range over her property.

The glass jars turned out to be part of a fire cupping set, originally intended for Chinese alternative therapy but equally at home in the torture department for Maggie's slaves. By heating the air inside the cups and then placing them against the skin, a vacuum is created as the air cools. Ah that was what the meths was for and why the fire extinguisher and a jug of water were close by. Maggie lit the meths soaked swab, heating each jar in turn before firmly planting them on each nipple. It worked. The oil combined with the hot jars created an effective seal and my nipples started to be extroverted rather than introverted. The fire extinguisher was not required!

Next to receive attention were at the goalpost end. Maggie located the second ball and then secured each one with some very tight rope binding and clipped on weights to lift and separate. I really shouldn't say this in case Maggie reads the blog, but the weights were comfortable to wear and in no time I forgot they were attached. Hopefully she'll be too busy writing more poetry to be concerned about heavier weights round my balls.

I then had electrodes fitted. An interesting device shaped like an old candle snuffer was kept in place on my exposed cock head by a modified condom, Mistress took a pair of scissors to the condom and removed the tip to allow easy passage for this electrode; the other secured to somewhere a little lower. A rhythmic pulse was set to work and I could feel the beginnings of being milked again.

I did have other things to worry about like the re-breather face hood that I was now wearing, and inspecting my nipples through the glass cups Maggie decided they were now suitably fun sized, she pried off the fire cups and put tight weighted grips on instead, both left to dangle nonchalantly down the sides of my chest. Breathe in, breathe out, in, out, take it slowly and breathing is easy and the nipples were starting to make their presence felt, so all in all and with all that weightlifting I was receiving quite a good work out.

Just as I was getting used to the re-breather it was changed for the red gas mask; tight but one of my favourites to wear. I watched through the portholes as Maggie stood next to me and peed. Unfortunately I only heard the results but I knew exactly what she was doing. Shortly followed by a pouring sound and I was attached to the bottle of pee via the gas station. From then on the only air I received was heavily scented with Maggie's own aroma; very heady and very arousing.

Then the privilege and pleasure of a second stretching with the dildo. Maggie had re-strapped herself into the harness and this time was stretching me where I could see her, albeit through the glass of the gas mask. No matter. I could view my Mistress as she actively gave my arse a good stuffing. No need for any preliminaries this time. Having removed the butt plug, a little bit of extra lube and it was straight in and away we went.


I did see through the misted eye pieces what I thought was a smile on Maggie's face. Perhaps she was enjoying it as well or maybe that was wishful thinking? Whatever, it was an explosive finish to yet another unique and amazing session.

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.