Just One Kiss

Wonky knees need knee pads for what was planned.

A single kiss on her long red thigh boots was all that Mistress Maggie allowed me as worship, well at the start of the session anyhow.

I had my initial sight of Mistress in a form fitting catsuit and braided open face mask when I spied her through the semi-opaque window of her Chambers’ door, which when opened revealed my fully latex clad Goddess with a voluminous floor length skirt. Careful steps were needed as Mistress hitched up her skirt and instructed me to follow her up to The Playroom.

As we entered the room, I spied two interesting items. The first and most obvious was a tall stool positioned beneath the ceiling rose, and the second was that wonderful glass toilet box, resting with its mouth open against the far wall.

Mistress reminded me that today was International Women's Day and that I would be given the honour of really appreciating an international woman clad head to toe in sensual latex rubber, but not before I was plugged and fully rubbered in my thick black skin.

Kneeling in the position I have now become accustomed to Maggie seated herself on my back sensuously lubing up my trusty plug, then with nice, easy teasing movements and the twinkle of an eye in it went, I was plugged. With the same amount of ease I slipped into my rubber catsuit, zipped up and was ready for Mistress to add final touches to my slave uniform.

Mistress pulled a snug fitting latex hood over my head, buckled my slave collar over the top and dusted me down with a soft cloth. Guiding me in front of the Playroom mirror I could see that I had become a very sleek and highly polished rubber slave for my duties today, but there was one more part of the preliminaries to fulfil before progressing to the IWD worship. Thoughtful as ever and knowing that I would be spending a lot of time on my wonky knees, Mistress provided me with knee protectors. After all if my knees gave out I wouldn't be able to worship properly!

Maggie disappeared for a while returning later looking stunning in her gas mask and braids, producing the weirdest and strangely erotic situation for me. I could only look on in awe as she climbed up onto the waiting high stool and arranged her skirts around it, before reaching out for my attentions and began stroking my hood. Oh I do like it when she does that, the gentlest of caresses from my wonderful Mistress, and so the worship began as my lips placed a kiss on the gloved finger that had beckoned me in.

As a safety precaution I was asked to demonstrate my rope skills by securing a length of rope onto the overhead, so that Mistress could steady herself while I proceeded with my worship. Although I really love gazing at Mistresses beauty, on this IWD the thought of total devotion to a faceless beauty was so sensually stimulating and arousing. First, with Mistress facing me she gradually opened her thighs, this time no stopping at the top of the boots, I was to worship any and all of the latex areas that were within reach of my eager tongue. At times I was so close to Mistresses forbidden zone I could feel the heat through her thick red latex suit, and every time I gazed at my beautiful Mistress I saw that anonymous face inside the gas mask, but I could still gaze at those beautiful eyes.

During my worship of this truly remarkable landscape I must admit that part of my mind was intent on making sure Maggie was safe on her stool and tried to keep at least one hand on the lower rung. Not possible however when I was instructed to clean all the way round the hemline of the wonderful latex skirt Maggie wore. When spread out there must have been 4 yards of hemline to take care of, or perhaps even more. It took quite a while to busy my tongue to cover every inch, but I developed an efficient technique of stretching a length of material to concentrate on before moving along to the next few inches. It was so efficient that Maggie didn't believe me when I emerged on her left hand side and I declared 'All done!’.

Mistress could have instructed me to re-do the hem and I would have gladly completed the task again, but Mistress decided it was time to have her derrière worshipped and slowly turned round to present those wonderful orbs. There was no holding back as I licked and kissed as lovingly as I could. Maggie encouraged me to verbalise why I was in her presence on this International Women's Day, and accepted my thanks for being given some purpose by attending to her costume. As I licked and kissed between her bum cheeks my teeth landed on the through crotch sliders on the zip. Oh, how I was tempted to try to open the zip with my teeth, just a little, but with my owner being in a mood for respectful worship I thought that may be one zip too far.

I licked all over her arms and gloves and onto Mistresses breasts where there were even more tantalising zips to be found . . . once again I made sure my training was not wasted and lovingly caressed those latex covered curves with my tongue. As it is not a slaves’ place to take such initiatives the zips stayed closed.

After I had finished fawning over Mistresses rear it was my rears turn to receive attention. Mistress carefully placed a huge black condom covered dildo on the centre of the stool. Despite Maggie identifying the dildo as something I had enjoyed previously, when it was staring me right in my face it looked absolutely huge and I seriously doubted if I could accommodate such a size.

Despite the apprehension, I was excited at the prospect of being mounted by this massive monster. Just as well really, because handing me the tube of lube Maggie instructed me to grease it up and acquaint myself with the girth that was coming my way!

Mistress of course knows what my hole will accommodate and no sooner was my arse vacated of its plug she had me over the stool. I felt the tip inserted then with only gentle pressure the whole length slipped home. Mistress reinforced the fact that it was IWD by providing her slave with a long vigorous fucking. I honestly didn't know if I was coming or going to the toilet! I am sure the dildo went so far in as to gently massage my bladder.

As it happened mine was not the only bladder needing to pass water. I was quickly hooded with the latex toilet pan and shuffled underneath Maggie’s glass toilet to consume the contents of her own very full bladder.

Nipple training wasn't to be overlooked either. Last session Mistress announced that this treatment was to become a regular feature of my ongoing training, due to the introverted nature of my disappointing buds, and true to her word two clamps were tightly attached. The left one, once more proving the most difficult to tame and required three painful attempts before it was successfully attached. Anyway, two birds were killed with one stone; give my nipples something to do and Mistress something to look at while my mouth deals with the upcoming monsoon!

It’s very comfortable inside the toilet box with your head cradled in the pan, and once the lid was closed I could have drifted off to sleep. I could hear Mistress preparing herself by undoing those zips that I had thought about undoing with my teeth, and at last the lid was lifted I got the stunning view of my Mistress now devoid of her gas mask. I just lay there being incredibly grateful that I could be her toilet and looking forward to what I was about to receive.

As Maggie gently lowered herself onto the seat I was trying to work out where the flow would land so none would be wasted. Difficult because Maggie had opened the zip just enough to pee through. I waited, mouth wide open and moved to gulp the first stream. I got most of it but some trickled round my head and began accumulating in the secure fitting neck ruff. I am sure Maggie knew I was getting both a wonderful drink, a refreshing shower and a stunning view of the source of the flood, because with each fresh squirt she moved slightly altering the pee plain.

It was indeed a veritable monsoon. By the time the clouds had cleared I had drunk gallons and I seemed to be floating in a sea of spilt pee, so much so my ears were waterlogged by Maggie's fluids. Only Maggie’s muffled commands percolated down through the pee, commands that were made even more muffled as the pan lid was pushed down. A few moments later it was opened briefly again, to show Mistress wiping her delicate bits with . . . a sheet of latex toilet roll. This moistened rubber was casually discarded into her toilet and once more darkness descended as the lid was finally closed.

I emerged from the toilet flushed with the joys of receiving Mistress Maggie’s liquids, and once again knowing why my owner is a truly magnificent International Woman, but I am not convinced about the efficiency of using latex as a toilet roll!.

Vac Packed BIG Balls

Probably the nicest day so far in 2019. The sky had a few wispy clouds but was predominantly blue and the temperature soared into the mid teens. Virtually no wind and all in all a perfect day for serving my owner. Mistress Maggie prefers to choose what rubber I’m dressed in so I arrived in vanilla clothes with the single adornment of my slave collar. The winter bug which had smote me during my last visit was almost gone, just a slight sniffle going on, but nothing else to dampen my enthusiasm for the wonderful session which lay ahead.

Slowly I made my way down the road towards The Chambers dawdling for a few moments to check the time, even the traffic was benign. When the time came, I sauntered across the road carrying my perv bag and rang the doorbell. From that moment my day just got better and better as Maggie greeted me in tight latex, a narrow skirt and tight low cut bodice skimmed her curves and a most brilliant white wig framed her face, giving a stark contrast to the very dark latex and the effect was absolutely stunning.

Taking dainty steps Mistress announced her skirt was a little too tight to walk in and every few steps she stopped abruptly, ostensibly to readjust her balance before smoothing down her skirt and continuing up the stairs to The Playroom. Not a word was said but I have become aware of Maggie's mischievous tempting ways and was alert to these abrupt pauses, it would have been so easy to bump my face against those glorious orbs and the thought certainly passed my mind with each stop, but I didn't. Instead I smiled a lustful grin but kept my distance until safely in the warmth of The Playroom.

The unusually warm February day also appeared to have caught Mistresses heater on the hop. Normally Maggie has a wonderful ambiance in the room but today in an attempt to warm up the rubber for the session the temperature had become a little too warm for comfort, hobbling over to the corner Maggie slammed the dial down and soon the heat would be under control. The time gave me opportunity to check out the goodies that had been laid out, the most prominent being the vacbed. It had been a while since I’d been incarcerated inside it and it looked like it was going to be another of those lucky days! I also spied the wonderful thin red latex suit that Maggie had designed and created herself; loose fitting and incredibly comfortable to wear. Oh boy, with the vacbed and the special suit, was this latex loving slave in for a real treat or what?

Alternate use of the Medical Drape - Suffocation!

First though I was asked for a full report on my health following my very poor performance in the previous session. I knew I had disappointed Maggie with my stupidity and had managed to contravene two cardinal rules in the process. I’d over exaggerating my plight by saying ‘I’m dying’ and had failed to observe Rule 17 - slave must endeavour to keep Mistress enlightened at all times.

Though there was no threat of physical punishment I could see how disappointed she was with me by the look in her eyes as she recounted what had happened. The hardest part was the calm chastisement that Mistress gave for my actions; a punishment that will stay with me far longer than any cane marks, electrical torture or other form of retribution which I might deserve. Put simply, after 159 sessions I really should have known better. I am also fortunate that Mistress does not bear any form of a grudge (I hope) and once I had reassured her that I was determined not to make the same mistakes again we quickly progressed to the meat of today's session.

I was stood to attention gazing at my beautiful Mistress as she gently reached inside her bodice and with that silky smooth whisper said ‘I have something for you slave’. A length of black 'pothole' tights emerged. ‘From a a brand new pair, just for you', she declared. Then taking the red latex suit in one hand and leading her slave with the other I was escorted to the Clinic.

Parallel infusions - one each side of the ballsac

After teasing me with what else may be inside that tight bodice - as if I didn't know, the catsuit in a very appropriate ‘clinic red’ was handed over to me so I could prepare myself for the operation ahead. As I carefully began dressing it started to dawn on me what was likely to happen next because I spied two bags of saline solution hanging idly from the IV stand. Maggie progressed to helping me with the zippers, arranging them so I could bend to have an inflatable butt plug inserted and my genitals were left exposed, otherwise I was fully covered in latex and feeling wonderful.

I was helped onto the waiting couch, settled in and given that rather nice white latex hood before finally being strapped down to await the infusion. There really wasn’t much I could do now, but if I tried really hard I was just able to move my left hand to stroke Mistresses bottom whenever it came within range, which happened on all too few occasions.

The next stage was truly delightful - one might say the calm before the storm. Mistress took a good handful of cocoa butter and methodically massaged it all over the scrotal area to make it more soft and pliable. Lying there relaxing as this most beautiful woman plays with your balls is idyllic.

Mistress clearly had some high spirits to get rid of before the serious work of the scrotal infusion, and once finished massaging me she promptly placed the plastic sheet intended for surrounding my operation site over my head, stretching it over my face and smothered me with it. For those few minutes I just lay there enjoying the smothering and inhaling the glorious plastic smell that exudes from it. After that I found out what the pothole tights were for, on previous occasions when Mistress has inflated my ball sac it was left to expand at its own rate, but on this occasion Maggie carefully fixed the piece of stocking over my cock and balls to add restriction as the ball sac expanded. Hmm, that should prove interesting.

Nipple extension at the same time as scrotal inflation. Excellent!

The cannulas were now being expertly inserted, one per side due to the potential litre payload. Sterile tubes were being removed from their packaging and being thoroughly checked for kinks. Once satisfied Mistress allowed the saline to flow, clearing the lines of any unwelcome bubbles before attaching them to her slave. A procedure so gentle I barely notice the infusion and the most pain I felt was a tiny prick as the needles went in. From my strapped down position the drip feed was visible and everything appeared to be running smoothly, though the drip rate to the right ball was comparatively slower resulting in a new cannula being fitted to rectify the issue.

It takes quite a while for the full infusion, and rather than idle away the time Maggie had decided that remedial work would be undertaken on my recalcitrant nipples. They’ve been particularly unhelpful recently, particularly the left one, and Mistress was about to begin her campaign to make them more grabable!. A few lungfuls of relaxing aromas came my way and then I felt the first dollop of lube being applied to my nipples. ‘This will ensure a good airtight grip slave’, then using circular motions Maggie massaged it in and applied one of her large size vac pumps to each nipple.

Pothole tights create the final masterpiece of control.

Just three slow pumps and those pumps were sucking up a lot more than just a nipple! I probably shouldn't say this but it was an almost enjoyable experience due to the aromas. I was totally nonplussed, however, to demonstrate the pleasures and pains that can be created by nipples Maggie freed hers from the confines of her tight bodice and rather erotically held them for her captured slaves’ frustrated admiration.

Mistress had more work planned and inspecting the saline bags and how full her pothole tights had become she concluded that 750ml was about right for the effect she wished to achieve. I think she was rather pleased with the aesthetics because she kept gently stroking my ball sac, whereas I was definitely pleased that my beautiful Mistress was gently stroking my ball sac and it had nothing to do with aesthetics!

As an aside, another of those impromptu amusing moments occurred as Maggie removed the sterile drape. It had gone on alright but due to my extraordinary ball size she had to resort to bringing out her scissors and cutting it off. No, not my cock or balls, that would be a waste of good saline, but the single use drape!

Moving swiftly on, I was instructed to carefully dismount from the couch and bend over to have my butt plug deflated, out it came and an electrode was wired up and shoved up my now vacant rear. Holding the leads out of the way we made our way back to The Playroom where I was divested of the thin red operating suit. Once again I mustn’t damage it so followed Mistress’ instructions, as I always do. Once in the warmth Maggie passed me a large towel so I could thoroughly dry myself, and for the first time I could really enjoy the unusual feeling of my heavyweight balls, still encased in Maggie’s restricting tights. A few puffs of talc and I was ready to climb inside the vacbed.

A well defined, vac-packed inflated ballsac

The vacbed is side entry, an ample size for a porky slave like me to scramble into and take my position under the breathing hole. Because of my recent throat problems Mistress thoughtfully provided a neck cushion to raise my head a little, with an anaesthetic mask and tube strapped to my head I was soon settled down to what promised to be a most interesting and spectacular finale, starting with Maggie actually climbing inside the bag. Well, half of her, so she could attach sticky electro pads on me, two rows of pads were attached, eight in all, starting adjacent to my inflated balls and ending halfway up my chest.

With so many wires I must have looked like a telephone exchange, but Maggie managed to bundle them all up neatly, connecting them to the corresponding controls on the outside of the bag and tested them out. ‘Are you receiving slave? Are you receiving?’ 

Then the real fun started. The air inside the bed was pumped out and Maggie left the pump running to maintain the strong vacuum resulting in my total immobilisation. On went the anal electrode. That was quite pleasant and 'tingly' on its own even when raised to quite a high level, but what really started me gyrating were the two rows of chest electrodes, each independently controlled and not quite synchronised. First a pulse, pulse, tingle, throb on the left side followed closely by a pulse, pulse, tingle throb on the right side to be repeated at frequent, regular intervals. All automatic of course apart from Mistress occasionally turning up the volume until all eight pads reached an eventual high at level 14. By this time, I was hopping about inside the vacbed and getting quite excited, all helped by snorts of aroma through the aroma pump hose that Maggie had rigged up to my only air source, and the sensual touches of her hands as she stroked me through my tight latex covering.

WARNING: This 70 second clip of my pulsating vac bed experience has audio:-

Unknown to me, Maggie was intent on bringing me to climax today, her Hitachi being her weapon of choice. There was absolutely nothing I could do or wanted to do to prevent the inevitable. This time the forced climax was like no other I had experienced. My balls were massively inflated and by now my cock shaft was inflated as well, the ejaculation seemed to go on for ever. Normally it fires out and is over relatively swiftly, but today because of the restrictions the pleasure lasted so much longer.

I think Mistress was pleased with the results of today's training because as I was leaning over the bath helping Maggie clean up, a hand reached in from behind and was ’tossing’ and ’weighing' my balls as you might assess oranges, or pears in a supermarket. I certainly wasn't complaining at that extra fondle!

And finally, I do enjoy having massive inflated balls, it’s quite an experience to handle them, but fortunately or unfortunately after 24 hours they do return to almost normal leaving me with the desire for another trip to Mistress Maggie’s enticing domain.

Winter Sucks!

Winter sucks. Not because of the cold, Mistress Maggie as always had been very thoughtful towards her slaves comfort and had The Playroom heated to a very pleasant temperature. Nor because of the wet and snow, Mistress provided me with the most wonderful climate inside several layers of latex that are available in her Chambers. Nor because of the dark evenings, I’ve been made to spend many a happy hour bound up in thick latex accompanied by an effective blindfold. No, winter sucks because of the bugs and infections that increasingly affect me as I get older, particularly as happened today, those nasty little blighter's that result in catarrh. This objectionable condition can cause havoc with a good training session, more so when lying flat and still. In fact that very bug is what has delayed completion of this blog by more than a week!

The strange thing is that when not lying down I feel fine, the mucus drains away and I can cope with anything, even the severe attack of nipple torture I was given that made Mistress laugh, along with a little annoyance when my inverted left nipple refused to accept her screw-on nipple electrode. No, the worst thing was that catarrh caused me to perform badly, leaving my Mistress a little deflated.

I felt 98% in excellent health as I sauntered towards the Playrooms. That increased to 99% when I got the feint glimmer of a very beautiful latex clad goddess through the small window in the front door and, wow! - when Maggie opened the door and ushered me in I felt over the moon, and definitely 100% up for another excellent session where I knew I would please my Mistress. What a beautiful, black latex outfit. A beautiful flowing skirt that swirled like a Flamenco dancer as she moved, a wonderful black basque that showed off her beautiful body to perfection and a prominent wide waisted corset belt. No tights, so her stunning white alabaster legs were in stark contrast to the latex that swirled around them and the leather boots that perfectly complemented her outfit.

My service to Mistress began with a lengthy spell of kissing, licking and fondly caressing her boots, but woe betide if you stray from the leather of the boot top onto that luxury alabaster white thigh. It was oh so tempting and so close that I could feel the warmth of Maggie's thighs on my forehead, but I am by now too well trained to risk the wrath of my owner. The occasional flick of Maggie’s butterfly crop was enough to keep her slaves' attention and perhaps pre-empt the thoughts of straying!

As it was time for my butt plug and slave hood Mistress had me kneeling. Knees very wide apart, head down on the Playroom rug she straddled my back, then facing towards my backside began her ritual oiling of the orifice and plug, gently and firmly easing the plug inside me where it would remain for the rest of the session.

Since my last session I had given my catsuit some special cleaning attention and had managed to make it nice and shiny, it had been laid out on the bed and by now was nice and warm, but when Maggie picked it up to help dress her slave she spotted that the polish I’d applied had made the latex very sticky and offered her advice. ‘Wash this polish off when you get home slave and stick with the Mr Sheen’.

Electro nipple clamps

Unfazed, Mistress produced an alternative catsuit which unlike mine had entry zips on the shoulders. I must admit it had been a while since I’d had the privilege of wearing this suit and it still fitted me well, perhaps a little more shaking and stretching to get it aligning with my contours, but once inside it feels simply wonderful.

So far so good. I was feeling good in my rubberised state and ready to be a toy for Maggie’s amusement.

Seated on the edge of the rubber bed I was directly under the ceiling rose and suspension ring. Maggie was going to be making use of the ring, and once she had my hands inflated in a pair of pump-up mitts she made sure they were even more useless by hooking them to it. My hands would be playing no part in the next part of her well executed plan, a shame really as I didn't even get chance to sneak a gentle stroke across Mistress’ latex derrière. Being secured up out of the way they made my chest an easy target for her torments and Maggie’s electric nipple clamps were brought out to play.

The photo really camouflages the problems my left nipple was causing. The right nipple clamp fixed and stayed put for all my electrifying experience, whereas, the left one had other intentions; any clamp deployed on it would only be allowed with a 90 second permit! Enough though for Mistress to apply a little tingle which caused an involuntary jerk (good definition of this slave) which caused the nipple to shed its clamp. Try as she might the pathetic nipple was determined not to play and was deemed unworthy of her stimulating attention. More time electrocuting the right one then!

What a glorious sight to a latex freak -  A beautiful latex Mistress

Tiring of tortured nipples Mistress inserted me into yet more rubber in the form of the heavy rubber bondage suit; an all over thick rubber covering with arms that end in reinforced latex mittens. To make matters worse, or better for a rubber bondage freak like me, Maggie attached the stoutest of her harnesses and buckled my upper and lower arms to my sides before allowing me the pleasure of the system mask. I must be getting more accustomed to this beautiful mask as there were no hitches zipping it on, and more importantly I had no adverse effects from snuggling down in it on the latex bed.

By now I was completely buried in latex, even my eyes rested behind the perspex lenses of the mask meaning I could see my beautiful Mistress as she gradually attached the two breathing hoses at either side of my rubbered face. At this stage I was floating in a sea of desire enhanced by some lustful thoughts! Only thoughts, because in my trussed condition all I could do was gyrate my groin against the layers of latex. Not enough to generate relief, and with the beautiful vision of my Mistress only inches away I had to stay delightfully frustrated. To add a little more control Mistress strapped my legs together, just to let me know she was in charge!

The first and then the second of my crotch zips were opened, letting a little cool air pass over my aching cock and balls before a cock sheath was tightly stretched over my member and the zips pulled up again, leaving me even more heavily covered in that heavenly material.

Two corrugated hoses were attached to my breath source, to the right came something to obscure my already lustful thoughts; one of the new generation of aroma pumps. And to the left Mistress’ chosen alternative to fresh air; a large bubble bottle of her personal liquid waste. Mistress announced she had been collecting her piss for a whole day and that I should savour her flavour whilst breathing deeply. And that was to be my whole life for now. Totally rubber enclosed, not going anywhere, and a beautiful woman in TOTAL control of my breathing and senses.

Mistress squeezed her hand pump, sending a few doses of the intoxicating aromas my way before moving around to my other side to attach me to the sweet scent of her delicious pee.

The bubble bottle wasn't airtight straight away and not bubbling as it should be, so Mistress did a quick reconnection and soon had the air leak solved and all bubbling away nicely. But sadly during those extra few minutes the nagging cold and catarrh surfaced, taking their toll on my resolve for the first time in what otherwise was a perfect rubber session that I would have loved to endure for many hours.

Then it went dark; Mistress making me realise exactly how dependant on her I had become. She controlled my breathing, my movement and now my sight. For me dependence on my Mistress is a truly liberating experience.

I knew there was something wrong, as despite the comfort of the system mask it was now starting to feel heavy on my windpipe and I was starting to struggle with breathing. Normally I love struggling with breathing but now I couldn't see a way back, because even without the mask my windpipe would be causing an issue.

Mistress had already noticed the signs and quietly asked if I was struggling and would I like the system mask removed? I am really fortunate that Mistress really does understand her slaves and after another couple of difficult breaths I asked if it could be replaced. I never want our sessions to end and consequently thought a different mask would be the best answer and would keep Maggie cheerful. The tusk mask was fitted and I returned to breathing more easily for a while and partaking in more sniffs of that rather pleasant aroma. Mistress even treated me to some ball tingling electrostim as I lay there quite relaxed, but that winter bug wouldn't give in and once again I felt my throat starting to fill up.

Though I know that I should have mentioned my problems I stuck it out for as long as I could, because I really did not want to upset Mistresses plans. I know she derives a lot of pleasure from our heavy rubber sessions, especially when all her meticulously planned ideas come together.

I was pleased when Mistress offered me a drink. She detached the bubble bottle containing her piss and inserted the drinking straw from the tusk mask. I had been religiously holding the tube in my mouth since I was installed in the mask and this could be my saviour. A nice long drink of Mistresses nectar was bound to revive her flagging slave, except the straw had kinked somehow and no matter how hard I sucked the magic potion just would not arrive!

Without her special medicine I thought all was lost. Shamefully, for the first time ever I over exaggerated my condition to my Mistress. ‘I’m dying’, I muttered.

I wasn't of course but Mistress takes no chances with the health of her slaves. Starting with headgear first I was methodically and swiftly extracted from the confines of the rubber sheet, harness, bondage sack and catsuit that I was wearing. As I lay there on the Playroom bed quietly cooling down I felt so ashamed that I had thought to exaggerate my discomfort beyond all reason, making my Mistress and friend unnecessarily anxious.

I knew I had seriously let my Mistress down and as a result I had failed in my primary mission to make Mistress Maggie happy. I tried to make amends with helping tidy away afterwards, but how can that be enough? For putting up with me she deserves a whole lot more than that. Damn those winter bugs and yes, winter really does SUCK!

Under Her Sole

I have been privileged on quite a few occasions to be able to worship Mistress Maggie's long red, thigh length vinyl boots and today was going to be another of those lucky days. I was met in the doorway by nurse Maggie, where in the dim light of a wet Friday afternoon it was hard to view the detailed components of her fantastic uniform, and at a glance she appeared to be swinging what looked like a length of bungee cord, but her bright red shiny boots stood out like a beacon in the hall. It is always a thrill when I see Maggie for my training and today, because it was raining, I’d been given permission to arrive in my new latex mackintosh.

As Mistress beckoned me to follow and turned to glide up the stairs in a way that only she can achieve, I realised that the back of her latex skirt was absent, revealing the clear latex of the piss pants she wore underneath. That which I had believed was a bungee cord was in fact the latex feeding tube, making it an almost certainty that I would not be going to dehydrate during my training today.

Changed out of my outdoor gear and wearing only my latex socks, gloves and slave collar I knelt on the ground ready for Mistresses next command. When Mistress indicated I should do so, I started cleaning her long red boots. I have experienced this same delight quite recently and the thrill was no way diminished as once more I started moving my tongue in long, slow worship. In fact my cleaning duty was somewhat enhanced once Maggie had produced an aroma soaked towel and held it firmly over my mouth and nose. The gentle effect of the aroma vapours made those long slow licks and kisses even more profound and I found myself just hugging the boots and gazing up at Maggie.

With a flourish of the crop Mistress ordered me onto my back, looking up at the empty piss bag between her legs. She explained that as we would be going into the Clinic it was important to maintain the clean environment and that the boots needed to be satisfactorily sanitised, particularly their soles. I tried to lick clean the soles and heels but my efforts were not sufficient to meet Maggie's requirements and therefore she chose to clean them by scraping them across my chest. This is the first time I have officially been designated as a doormat and another step forward in my training, however, I wasn't expecting the pain that followed. I had already discovered that her beautiful boots had treads on their soles and heels akin to a set of off road tyres. Deep, well formed treads giving plenty of grip.

Liquid refreshment slave?

Mistress first wiped the soles of the boots down my chest, then with obvious delight placed her heels on my upper chest and pressing quite hard began rotating them. 'Stop whinging slave' and another quick crop. The real pain came as Mistress placed her chunky heels directly on each nipple and rotated them. Because the buds of my nipples were nestled in the squared treads of her soles the twisting was really torturous; it felt like my nipples were being unscrewed.

I made that same comment to Mistress, which only warranted her short unsympathetic reply. ‘Don't be stupid slave. You can't unscrew nipples’. The upside of the heavily grooved soles is that Mistress is unlikely to slip on wet floors or ice; one less worry for this slave. The downside of course is when being used as a doormat, the dark side of the sole is just that, with hidden painful secrets.

I was prepared for rubber clinic activities and my butt plug and rubber suit fitting was achieved in record time, in fact the plug had the easiest passage ever. My rubber clad body was soon embraced in a leather harness, and in a hooded state I was secured on the low spanking stool with an inflatable gag pushed into my mouth and Mistress’ piss tube securely attached to it. I was just at the right position to view her amber nectar as it gradually filled the rubber bladder. It is a mesmerising sight to look at Maggie, watch the piss pants begin to bulge and see the gleam in her eyes.

This was to be the first part of my re-energising after the Christmas and New Year excesses. Mistress deemed a full bladder of fresh pee suitable to do the trick and once the tap was opened I had no difficulty consuming every last drop. It might be wishful thinking but I got the impression that Maggie was rather pleased with my efforts, as she turned the tap off and tucked her tube back into her waistband she mentioned that there would be more pee for me later. Feeling suitably hydrated with this earthy part of my training it was time to move on to the windier parts of reinvigoration.

We moved to the clinic for what turned out to be a lengthy spell of airplay. Maggie produced a piece of equipment in the form of a double rebreather mask. Generally my breathing was reasonably relaxed while wearing it, if I needed to breathe fresh air my nostril holes allowed for that, and in the spirit of things and knowing Mistress wanted me to get the full rubber flavour of the experience, I tried to continually use the bags. No surreptitious sniffs from the nose, just a genuine attempt to please my Mistress by using the bags to their maximum.

However, the full double rebreathing experience happened whenever Mistress moved in close, using a clamp on my nostrils and placing her fingers over the safety holes, her actions resulting in a very pleasant pair of full airbags. I always wondered what a rubber covered hamster with a mouth full of nuts looked like. Well I have a good idea now! Of course I had no such problems with my nuts as they were safely secured in the ring of the body harness.

Not quite finished with the air intakes, Mistress fitted me with one of her Russian gas masks, a ‘monkey mask’ I think. It had small eyes and was Russian looking! I was also given headphones and the familiar hiss drowned out all other sound. I could see Mistress through the small apertures and her beautiful mouth was moving, so I knew she was attempting to communicate but ... hisssssss drowned it all out. I was also connected to the clinics’ gas station with a gas mask hose and was soon receiving some welcome puffs of aroma, but sadly the Russian mask was short lived because it put too much pressure on the bridge of my nose and I had to beg to have it removed. It wasn’t a problem, Mistress replaced the mask with the trusty anaesthetic hood, and this time I enjoyed unencumbered aromas and was also reintroduced to Nurse Maggie’s melodic tones as the hissing headphones were omitted.

Returning to her earlier promise that there would be more pee for me later, Maggie lowered the couch in preparation for treating her slave to a second helping. With the drinking tube inserted through my anaesthetic mask the liquid refreshment was allowed to flow and once more I consumed every last drop. Slightly stronger in taste than the first brew with definite highlights of ‘essence of Mistress’ and another enjoyable vintage.

If it wasn't for my feeding tube filling my mouth I’m certain I would have complained about the teasing I had to endure. The frustration of seeing a beautiful woman fondling her latex covered breasts, suggestively aiming them into my field of vision and doing the same with the piss bladder really shows the sadistic side of my Mistress. With my arms firmly attached to the couch and wrists manacled, all I could do was keep drinking, stare at Mistress with a frustrated frown and dwell on what a fortunate slave I am.

I did mention that my nuts were safely away, but after an hour or so of very pleasant re-breathing and rehydration it was time to move to the fiery part of my re-acclimatisation, and Maggie would be fully exploiting my nuts in her plans to turn up the heat. My cock and balls were introduced to the electro torture board, a device designed and created by Maggie and her husband and which would serve equally well as an effective electric grill! Sometimes I wonder how they both have such a flair for the unusual!

Actually, no regrets whatsoever. Their many innovative and unique creations are always of 'interest' to this slave and I really welcome their inventiveness. The torture board allows for electrodes to be attached to your cock and balls in many combinations, to produce varying stimuli whist simultaneously being compressed, but first you have to be fitted to the board. The bottom and top plates both fit easily, making a sandwich out of your vulnerable bits. Wing nuts and bolts are then added and tightened. When Mistress started tightening the wing nuts I knew something 'special' was about to happen. I was asked if the pressure was acceptable and was instructed to let Mistress know when my balls started feeling uncomfortably compressed. At that point Maggie stopped her nut turning, or halted may be a more accurate word, as once I had acclimatised a couple more turns were inevitable.

Reattached to the gas station I was being pumped with aromas again and it was time for Mistress Maggie to turn on her electric circuitry. The sensations across my groin were absolutely spectacular. My balls felt as though they were being squeezed and released. A similar sensation to when Maggie had tightened the wing nuts, but repeating in a constant cycle; squeeze, release, squeeze, release. . . I am not sure why, but when the compressed feeling in my balls was coupled with a variable throb along the length of my shaft the result was . . . unusual! Both electric sensations on their own were wonderful, but when you combine cock and balls you don’t know if you are coming or going.

My only regret is that I had to ask for the gas mask to be removed. If Mistress allows me to repeat the experience, I will ensure that it is more comfortably placed and not over the bridge of my nose and for that I apologise if I have spoiled her enjoyment. I really would like to thank Mistress Maggie for. . . well just being a beautiful Mistress who does look after her slaves and I know I am a really fortunate to be one.

Glorious Start to 2019

The trip back over the Pennines to Yorkshire where Cathouse Clothing have their latex shop, was the fastest run we have ever achieved, which is just as well because a crisis occurred just as Mistress Maggie was about to insert my trusty butt plug.

Immediately before Christmas I became the proud owner of a latex double breasted black rubber trench coat, the male equivalent of that wonderful latex coat that Mistress occasionally wears, and Mistress had instructed me to wear it as we were going shopping.

'An outing to Cathouse Clothing is required. Wearing your new latex mac and appropriate black footwear you will act as chauffeur and servant as you escort your rubber macked Mistress on her shopping trip.’

As my mac provides an uninterrupted cover from neck to calf I thought nothing of wearing a second layer of latex beneath it, and put on my dark blue latex shirt and a pair of black zipped latex briefs to complete the ensemble.

In my role as chauffeur for the day I would be sharing the driving seat with my old red butt plug friend, but as I was bending over the horse ready to have it inserted, Maggie in a somewhat concerned tone had cause to ask me a question. ‘Have you split your coat slave?’ 

True enough the coat was split from waist to hem. 'Oh sh*t! Damn! blast! f**k! etc' - I was absolutely mortified.

Not only had I spent a full year saving up to purchase it, but I’d also been so excited about showing it off and taking Mistress out both dressed in our rubber trench coats. I thought I had wrecked both Mistresses trip and my new coat. No matter, in went the butt plug and Mistress instructed me to lie on the bed where she fitted a substantial magnetic weight around my balls, to keep me company on the journey, then reaching for the electrical tape she neatly wound a little tape around it. Well that wasn't coming off until Maggie said so!

With my coat spread out on a table we noticed that it was a seam that had popped. Mistress is an accomplished latex aficionado and had all the glue and tools needed to repair it, and after a short wait Mistress had the coat better than new. Boy was I relieved and happy to be properly dressed again. A little later than anticipated but at last we were able to set off and I was delighted that Maggie's husband had put on his rubbers and was able to come along for he ride.

The rest of the journey was fast and uneventful, apart from me needing to pee just before we arrived at Liversedge. That provided a slight problem because the ball weight and tight latex shorts meant the end of my cock only just reached the porcelain but oh what a relief!

We had a good look round the Cathouse store, Maggie tried a few things on and her husband bought her a very attractive skirt for her upcoming birthday. A very pleasant hour was had as we chatted with the proprietor, looked at the excellent latex clothing on display and luxuriated in that glorious rubbery smell that emanates from that lovely material. My primary function? Behave like a proper chauffeur, return garments to rails and mind Mistresses bag.



The proprietors, Caroline and Peter were so easy to talk to that closing time arrived all too quickly and we thought it appropriate to think about heading West again. We broke our journey when we spotted a little pub on the outskirts of Liversedge and popped in for a coffee.

There we were, a man and woman in almost identical black latex double breasted macs, Maggie's husband in his black latex suit and leather coat and no one seemed to turn a hair. I am sure they were aware but were too polite to stare. The lady behind the bar didn't blink at all as we ordered three coffees and we had a very pleasant chat at a corner table. I felt strangely excited sitting with my Mistress and visibly wearing my rubber in public and there was some stirring going on underneath my coat. Seven years ago never in my wildest dreams would I have believed that I’d own such a magic coat and be able to venture out with my two rubber friends without worrying about the natives. I wonder where my Mistress will take me in the future?

The drive home was just as swift as the trip East, something that I have never experienced on that stretch of the M62 but even so we still returned to The Chambers later than my usual session time and Mistress hadn't finished with her slave yet.

Leading me upstairs I was told to remove my butt plug and button up my coat. At Mistress’ hands I also enjoyed being fitted into a wonderful latex hood that I believe was new to her wardrobe and an incredible feeling to wear. I could have sworn my head looked far sleeker and much more attractive in the hood. Come to think of it, that wouldn't be too difficult.

I caught a glimpse in the mirror and even though I say so myself, the image was striking. My black coated figure topped off with my smooth and tightly covered head brought to mind an image I had drooled over a while back. . . which once again raises that scary spectre of Mistress having a direct link to my thoughts.

A ball gag was buckled on me. I can only assume this was to stifle my moans of pleasure because I certainly wasn't about to complain as Maggie ordered me ‘Over the horse slave’ and asked ‘Are you hungry slave?’ Mistress knows that by this time on a Friday I am almost certainly hungry, and thirsty. Perhaps I was to receive one of her delicious mince pies or even a thirst quenching infusion of Mistresses nectar, although wearing the ball gag may prove problematical for feeding. Oh well, Mistress always has a solution.

An 8" sausage should fill you up slave!

No. It turns out Maggie had something far more filling as she arrived in my eyesight wearing a huge 8" strap-on under her mac. I was gobsmacked. Well actually, Mistress stroked the side of my head with the monster and said. ‘This will fill you up’. 

I have to say that this was by far the best option I had considered. Slowly and carefully at first Mistress entered the tip into her slave followed by long full strokes and continued to ride me for around five minutes, filling me up with her toy and forcing many a groan of delight to escape around the sides of my ball gag. I got the impression that Maggie rather liked Christening my coat with a good mount in fact in some circles this style of coat is known as a riding mack. It certainly was on this occasion.

What of the ball weight that I had worn all afternoon and caused my little peeing problems? It was comfortable to wear for all that time and was easily removed. Once Mistress had unpeeled the tape the weight could easily be slid apart and I must say for a few moments I felt naked without it. Hmmm? I wonder if a catheter and leg bag works with ball weights? Probably shouldn't have said that.

I hope Mistress had an enjoyable and relaxing rubbery day out on her trip to the shops with her latex husband and latex slave. However relaxed Mistress was I still knew who was in absolute charge.

I love 2019 already and hope for more exciting trips out as Mistress Maggie's slave and I get goose bumps every time I am privileged to be in her company.