Bronze Age Slave

I suspect there may be the odd raised eyebrow when I say that once again another Friday the 13th session had been arranged with Mistress Maggie. Unlike some people I do not suffer from triskaidekaphobia, in fact I have no qualms about the number 13 whatsoever. I love my Friday sessions with Mistress and have done since I took my first steps into her Chambers. I remember my routine then; at the end of the working week, leave work at lunchtime, stop in at the services on the M61, have a shower and tidy up to look presentable for my Mistress then make my way to the Chambers at exactly 14:30. Statistically, because I love Friday sessions and have a need to attend regularly, the chances of sessions on Friday 13th are at worst 50:50 and on the many occasions when they have occurred, I have found them nothing but pure pleasure and delight.

Today was more memorable than just another Friday 13th. It has been eight years this month, almost to the day, since that first journey down the Motorway and Maggie wanted to celebrate our achievement with a bottle of bubbly. It was not the first celebratory day that Maggie had had this week, as by coincidence another of her lucky acolytes had celebrated his 8 years of servitude yesterday with a similar toast. I am highly unlikely to meet the fortunate fellow as Maggie is incredibly discreet, but if you are reading this, I do salute your fortunate introduction to the best of the best.

Our jamboree got underway as soon as the door to the Chambers gently closed behind me. Mistress attached her lead to my slave collar and pressed an aroma soaked cloth over my airways with instructions to ‘Inhale. Deeply’. An unexpected and very pleasant introduction that had me heading to heaven even before ascending the stairway. I could feel myself relaxing and once more starting my journey into total and complete adoration and obedience. It produced a far more erotic ascent as I followed Maggie’s wonderful latex skinned derrière up the stairs. Whether it was the aromas or the fact that I simply had the most beautiful latex rear inches from my face, but I really wanted to plant a big kiss on her inviting cheeks, however Maggie did not offer me that opportunity and continued walking, slowly and steadily leading me to the Playroom.

Still in all my outdoor clothes I was told to lie on the bed until Mistress returned, which allowed me the pleasure of admiring Maggie's new latex quilt and I was left there in luxurious latex comfort, bemused yet happy as she left the room. Mistress soon reappeared with what I now know was the ice bucket and bubbly. After some questions about the contents of my perv bag I was told that I should be wearing a lot of latex and was given two minutes to present a fully rubbered version of myself, and be ready to worship Mistresses satin boots. I know I took a little longer than two minutes, but not too much longer. It was a compromise between the time and needing to present myself in an acceptable fashion to my Mistress.

Standing up with my arms outstretched I was buffed up and brought to a high polish by Maggie and her Mr Sheen, then down on my knees to complete the obligatory worship of Mistress’ tiny pixie styled boots.

There are certain other essential procedures that Mistress likes to perform on her slave and the first is to fill one of my orifices by inserting a plug. Delving into my perv bag I hunted for my butt plug. Being in a very relaxed and somewhat flippant mood I extracted the plug with a flourish and flamboyant gesture similar to a Harry Potter spell. I chanted ‘Insertio buttpluggio!!!’ That amused Mistress, and though her plan was to open me up first with something a bit larger, ultimately 'Insertio buttpluggio' resulted in my trusty red plug ending up in its natural home.

I can be pretty useless as a slave but on this occasion I managed to bring a surprised smile to my owners beautiful lips. Maggie's voice had a troubled tone as she invited me to open the bubbly. ‘Be very careful, don’t let the cork shoot out . . . don’t  make another hole in my ceiling . . . !’ Her concern was very understandable, as looking up I could see a sizeable patched up hole in the ceiling, made by a roofers boot who had accidentally slipped and put his foot through it during recent renovations to the Chambers. Better hold onto that cork then!

Luckily I have learned the knack for such occasions and have found that by removing the foil and placing the palm of my hand firmly over the top of the cork, unravelling the metal fastening and then gently rotating the cork while keeping very firm pressure on my palm, rather than shooting out it eases out with the gentlest of hisses as the gas seeks its own freedom. A barely audible sound and et voila! - one very pleased, relieved and somewhat surprised Mistress.

I can think of no better way of celebrating a marvellous event than bringing a surprised smile to my Mistress, sipping bubbly, smiling and laughing with a very beautiful, latex clad rubber goddess. I was only allowed one flute as I drive to Chambers and Maggie is always looking after her slaves' welfare, similarly Mistress only had one, as she remains in full control in more ways than one throughout our training.

I would never have dreamt of one day being a bronze age slave, however, the traditional name for an 8th anniversary is a bronze anniversary, where bronze represents strength and durability. Well, I had just managed to demonstrate to my bronze age Mistress that I had both of those attributes by proudly opening the champagne without the cork exploding.

It appeared as though my drinking bout was only just beginning, as the rubber ruff from the toilet seat was attached round my neck and I was ordered to slide underneath the toilet box. It was then only a short procedure to connect my rubber collar to the perspex seat, attach wrist cuffs to the toilet box legs and I was ready to receive whatever Mistress wished to deposit in my direction.

I lay there very comfortable, the neck collar providing a wonderful support, along with a superb view as Mistress with her swaying ponytails looked down the pan at her waiting toilet slave. Her hand reached down and pressed an anaesthetic mask loaded with an intoxicating dose of aromas, tightly over my face. As I drifted deeper into my very aroused pleasure zone I could hear Mistress unzip her crotch zip and the room went darker as the most glorious image started to eclipse the rest of the world. From thereon all I could concentrate on was trying to line up my mouth with where I anticipated the steady flow of nectar would be delivered.

Being so close to Mistresses private parts I must remember to know my place. Definitely do not get any closer to that beautiful area, just gaze and wait for her champagne. I didn't have long to wait before the first few droplets became visible in the half light of the toilet bowl. I adjusted, took my mouthful and swallowed. Mistress knows this slaves drinking habits and as if by magic the flow stopped as she waited to hear me swallow and then another gentle trickle, another mouthful and so it went on for several delightful mouthfuls of a much tastier celebratory drink.

I am not sure if the next mouthful was by design and Mistress was just wanting to teach her slave what a tsunami of fresh nectar was like, but instead of turning the tap off when I closed my lips to swallow, the flow just kept coming and coming. Coughing, spluttering, quickly opening my mouth and swallowing, I tried all ways but I couldn't keep pace with the flow. A few more gallons would have definitely had me drowning in Mistresses fluids. Come to think of it, there are far worse ways to go.

Maggie stood up, tidied her zips and smiled down at a very pee soaked toilet slave, saying ‘Wow, I feel much better now’ and I must admit, so did I. That wasn't quite the end of my drinking celebrations though, as taking another sip from her bubbly Maggie chose to share her drink and aimed her flute so the stream tipped into my open mouth. Some of the bubbly cascaded down my saturated hood and settled in my ears. Whether it is a normal reaction when bubbly meets pee I am really not sure, but all I could hear was a cacophony of bubbly sounds as the bubbles mixed with the nectar. That is an experience I definitely would like to repeat, perhaps at session 200 or our 9 year celebrations if Mistress allows me to continue for that long or any time Mistress wishes to flush out her bladder on a very willing toilet.

I was allowed out of the chamberpot feeling incredibly happy and a little flushed and we cleaned up myself and any spills. I was then bent over to have my butt plug replaced with an inflatable buzzing one, it’s vibrations were steady and continuous, working away deep inside and relentlessly building up more tensions in my lower groin area.

Firmly shackled to the four corners of the bed, Maggie considered it the appropriate opportunity to further celebrate this Bronze Age by deploying her trusty e-stim box. Four electrodes were arranged on my cock and balls and the pulses set to a rhythmic, pulsating twenty on the dial. You can probably guess the next part. I muttered a warning but whether it was lost in the gas mask or Mistress decided it would be fun just to leave the vibrations and pulsations running, nevertheless I was once again forced to ejaculate.

Leaning over me, Mistress either feigned or actually was angry, as a punishment she said she would increase the electrics by the eight years I had been in service. Now that really cleared my sinuses. Just as promised Mistress switched up the power and left me to be punished. I have never experienced such intense sensations and I am pleased that the shackles were more than a match for a slave writhing in agony. I was screaming, begging for mercy and thrashing around like a man possessed. In a way that is exactly what I was. Possessed by the most magnificent person you could wish to be electrocuted by. The gas mask of course muffled the screams and sobs down to mere whimpers but it did sound very loud from inside the mask. I wonder if my balls turned bronze with the e-stim set to 28? .

I loved every minute, bar perhaps those final two! And no, I wouldn't ask for any of it to be changed. I deserved the punishment but I think next time I will try to make sure my balls are empty before arriving to serve my Mistress Maggie. That leaves me with a real dilemma. I know Maggie expects to make me orgasm at times but only when she wants it to happen, when Mistress is in control and if I have deliberately emptied my balls...?

Here's to the Leather anniversary!

Four Sounds and a Catheter

Mistress Maggie appears to have a bottomless repertoire of ways to inflict exquisite pain on her subjects yet at the same time inducing a feeling of happiness in her slave. Several examples of Mistresses playful sadism were evident in today’s session, and remarkably on each occasion I wanted it to continue and wanted MORE! The pain was of course present, but what was present in a much greater measure was my absolute need and desire to please Mistress.

Mistress had bought a new pair of pale coloured calf length boots and as usual, that is where I began my devotion, down on my knees thoroughly cleaning and worshipping her chosen footwear. Surprisingly I received a strange sensation on my tongue when I started on the soles of the boots, Mistress had taken them to Timpson’s to have special grippy soles and heels attached that had the consistency of a snow shoe, or what I imagined a snow shoe to feel like. Very pronounced and abrasive rubber soles that really scraped on the tongue as I licked.

Moving on to the heels I discovered that they were an attractive shape but definitely not stiletto, Mistress smiled down at me and innocently enquired what I thought they might feel like grinding into a nipple. I rather sensibly sidestepped the question and continuing my worship made sure I was as near as possible to being face down, but there was little doubt in my mind that I would be finding out soon!

On a practical perspective these boots are virtually non-slip, or at least they were when they did eventually end up being stamped into my nipples, which means Mistress will be a lot safer walking out and about this coming winter. I know it is selfish but I really don't want my owner to be damaged.

Butt plugging time began. Head down, bum up, lube on and butt plug in, all in a matter of seconds and no discomfort. That was until Mistress decided that sitting on my back was an ideal position to give my arse a sound hand spanking then make her mark on my buttocks with her sharp fingernails. That really is a strange situation to find your bum in. I didn't dare move or even flinch with Mistress balancing on my back, and I did rather like that position as I could feel the warmth of Mistresses rubbered private parts in the middle of my back. Anyway, I just knelt and enjoyed the pain and the pleasure as Maggie alternated between scratching and gently stroking. Donning my purple catsuit was just as easy as the plug insertion and we were very soon ready to progress to The Clinic.

Mistress in her latex nurse guise was as caring towards her slaves health as ever. Knowing that I had recently had some dental work and could only consume soft food she went on her travels to find something suitable for me to eat. Soft fruit and cream perhaps? Perhaps some late season strawberries? No. Mistress returned with a most suitable treat, a pair of her well worn black lace panties. First I benefited from the musky scent of the crotch piece against my nose, then after a period of sniffing came the taste as Maggie used her finger to push the whole panties in my mouth and secured them there with a piece of  clinic tape. I moved them round in my mouth, savoured the flavour and contemplated what a lucky slave I am.

Wearing an S10 gas mask and attached to the nearby Gas Station I was ready to be strapped down and receive aromas on demand. Four or five squeezes of the bulb results in a good but not excessive inhalation of the relaxing aromas and once more I was heading deeper into sub-space where I know my Mistress can do anything she wants with her slave and I certainly won’t complain.

Mistress covered me in two surgical drapes, one in rubber and a second one in plastic, straight from a sterile pack. With each one being carefully secured around my exposed cock and balls it was looking as though that was the operating site of the day. At this point my unruly cock decided that it wasn't going to play and Mistress was having difficulty retracting my foreskin. Maggie really doesn't want to hurt her subjects unnecessarily and I knew that, so being more familiar with my little fella I offered to retract the foreskin for her. It meant releasing my hands but with my help we were able to get it all the way back and Mistress was very happy that she could proceed.

As usual the catheterisation was text book. A completely sterile environment. Everything to hand in sterile conditions and the catheter was in and inflated in moments. I rarely have anything to contribute to the procedure apart from asking, ’is it in?’. Aided by the occasional extra whiff of aromas I was quite happily drifting further under Maggie's spell. I was so pleased when I saw this picture to see that my foreskin stayed fully retracted. On the negative side  and as you can see, my cock is behaving like a freshly made sausage, small and very wiggly. In defence, I got a bollocking last time for cumming early and was determined not to repeat my infractions.

Absolute concentration from a perfect Mistress

Four sounds and a catheter.

There was no way the floppy cock would deter Mistress from her next task, in fact slipping a cold metal rod or two down my shaft was more likely to stiffen it up! Her plan to insert sounds to accompany the catheter deep into my insides needed two steady hands, one for sounding and one for keeping my cock in the appropriate orientation. Or perhaps not. Mistress came up with a simple solution and just held my cock in the jaws of a clamp that was attached to a stand. I told you Mistress has every conceivable device necessary to perform her tasks.

A few more sniffs and I was there, deep under the spell of a stunningly beautiful Mistress and because Maggie hadn't reattached my wrists to the couch I was able to indulge in another of life's pleasures, stroking my Mistresses latex clad derrière. Actually, I think not reattaching my wrist strap was quite deliberate on Maggie's part as I sense she derives considerable pleasure in such stroking. I certainly didn't receive any form of admonishment for rubbing her lovely bottom with my gloved hand.

Visually examining her shiny sound Mistress came towards the operation area and steadily guided it inside my clamped cock. It went in very easily as did the second, third and fourth and I was already to try and accept a fifth, but Mistress had achieved her target of four sounds and a catheter and smiled.

Perhaps next time Maggie will attempt more sounds? I was certainly relaxed enough to attempt more, what with my aromas and being in the presence of my owner but Maggie always knows best and four was as far as she wanted to go today. Briefly leaving the clinic Mistress returned with a plug in vibrator. I heard its buzzing sound then the intense feeling as it made contact with my metalwork making the sounds really rattle. Maggie laughed at my reaction and I'm not at all surprised, as the sounds must have been waving around faster than the baton at the Last Night of the Proms.

Mistress hadn't given me permission to cum and this time despite the very deep vibrations in my sensitive cock I was able to control my natural instincts. I stayed unembarrassed. That was an achievement!

And that was that. Well, almost that. Mistress still had one final part of the session to complete and time for a change of mask. I must admit to being a little disappointed as she removed the S10, no more aromas to carry me along the path which my Mistress expertly guides her slave and I have very willingly chosen to follow. The new hood had nose inserts and a drinking tube and eye holes so I could gaze on my Mistresses beauty which I did for as long as I could. But as you can see it did not last for too long, with the leather blindfold applied I was plunged into almost complete blackness.

I say almost because the stout nature of the blindfold does allow little chinks of light round the edges, but in a way that can be worse. Try as you may those little chinks remain little chinks with no way of seeing anything apart from the occasional shadow as Mistress moves around the Clinic. Better than nothing I suppose.

I lay there with a little contemplative time to myself, reflecting on how lucky a slave I was, until a time where once again I heard Maggie return to the room. ‘It is time for your medicine slave’, she said, and I could feel a tube being attached to my mouth pipe. There was no way to tell whether it was my own or Mistresses fluids that were making their way onto my palette. That question was thankfully resolved when Maggie took away the blindfold and could confirm the source as Maggie's nectar,from Maggie’s special pants and via a long rubber tube I was being fed my medicine straight from the source.
At this point I must warn others wearing this mask that because of the small bore of the feeding tube there is a knack to obtaining small but regular doses of the amber nectar. I had to seal my lips round it, manoeuvre my tongue out of the way and suck. Even when you have mastered the technique you can only draw small amounts of fluid.

With a little practice I managed to achieve a steady flow and needed no encouragement to empty the first dose of medicine from Mistresses piss pants. I allowed myself a virtual smile when Maggie instructed me to drink all the second dose. I had no intentions of missing a drop and sucked avidly until I heard that very pleasant slurp slurp as the last few drops were extracted from their reservoir.

It all made perfect sense now. The calling email had indicated  - Rubber nurse will be on duty and will be asking you to open wide and practising one of her steely infused operations on you.

Maggie really does a fantastic job of training this very willing slave, and once more I have travelled a little further down that glorious road of total dependence on an incredibly wonderful and beautiful Mistress.

If you have enjoyed this honest and accurate account of one slaves continuing journey I recommend you visit Mistress Maggie’s new website and who knows, in eight years time you might be able to report on your 173 session!

Thunder and Rain

I had the unexpected luxury of knowing a week in advance that Mistress Maggie would be allowing me to accompany her on a trip away from the Chambers. Mistress did offer an alternate date as the Chambers were undergoing some structural improvements, or we could go out and about. That really was a no brainer - what, miss the opportunity of being out and about with a most beautiful woman? Not a chance.

Maggie mentioned that she had checked the ten day weather forecast which had indicated heavy rain towards the end of the week, so an outing in stormy weather looked like it may be on the cards. No destination as yet, that would depend on the conditions on the day, but the prospect of a day out in our wet weather gear was looking enticingly feasible.

A large image of a very beautiful, sexy and rubber coated Mistress

My whole week was spent looking at weather forecasts for Friday and getting progressively more excited about where my Mistress would take her very loyal slave. Perhaps a trip to Blackpool or one of the local secluded wooded areas, a trip over the Pennines (unlikely if a heavy downpour was forecast) or most likely a trip to another favourite spot on the Fylde.

I was kept on tenterhooks until Thursday night when Mistress sent me my calling mail, informing me that, ‘… you can take me on a trip to St. Annes, have a wander round the pier and catch lunch at the cafe on the pier…’

The forecast was now predicting sunshine and showers and as you can see from this wonderful picture of Mistress, the afternoon started with the sunshine.

I was also instructed to, ‘… bring your rubber coat, boots and hat (which I haven’t seen yet!). With chance a few photos may be possible in our rubber coats…’

Despite being sunny when we arrived, we put on our rubber coats and went for a saunter along the front without a care in the world, stopping for a reconnoitre for possible photo opportunities. A few family groups were out enjoying themselves on the beach, but expecting that the beach would empty when the rain came down we hoped to return later and head down onto the sand. Continuing on we arrived at the Les Dawson statue where a lady commented that I looked like 'the man himself ' and a few photos were taken of Mistress, Mr Dawson and myself. The strong sunlight and shadows would be disappearing shortly in a flash.

Adjourning to the pier head cafe I treated Mistress to a coffee and sandwich lunch. I can recommend the cafe by the way, and can personally vouch that their beef and onion sandwiches are excellent value. It was not the first time we have eaten at the cafe and the staff barely give a second glance to the two rubber coated friends, as once again we took up residence at a corner table talking and smiling in quiet tones.

Still privately begging for wet weather, I must admit to being a little disappointed with the beautiful sunlight as we stepped outside after lunch, however, as we slowly walked on leaving the cafe behind my spirits began to brighten, roughly proportional to the deterioration in the weather. There was a rumble or two of thunder in the distance and the prospects of being able to enjoy our waterproof clothing improved. Maggie said we should head back to the car, where following another rumble of thunder I was instructed to put on my wellies and hat because we may well need them!

In the distance we could see and hear the weather front closing in on us. One minute you could see right across the Ribble towards Hesketh Bank and the next moment the whole vista was obliterated as the grey rain cloud descended and continued to march in our direction. By now the beach was devoid of people and as the rain arrived we set off across the bare sand sensibly heading for the shelter of the pier.

As Maggie attempted to set up her camera a couple of curious lads who had taken refuge from the deluge came for a chat. ‘Are you professional photographers? - No? - You look really cool’. They politely explained that they were college students and raising their cameras asked if they could take a couple of pictures. Mistress agreed, they were happy and dashed off for a more waterproof location.

We were then alone, and snug in our rubber waterproofs it was our turn to have fun on the beach. Maggie was hoping to shoot some video but we started with a few photo stills to check that the camera actually worked when saturated with rain!. I love this shot because it shows both our wet weather gears and Maggie now has a picture of my hat! It was surreal being allowed to stand so close and watch the rain bounce off Mistresses rather sexy rain hat and occasionally trickle down that beautiful face... It also gives some idea of how wet the weather had become but no indication as to the odd rumble of thunder.

WARNING: This 32 second clip has audio.

Mistress gave me directions outlining how she wanted her shoot to progress... ‘We will walk in from the left of shot... keep your distance etc ….’ As the video began rolling I had a lead snapped on my collar and we set off in the pouring rain.

We walked off at an angle on course for coming into shot walking towards the camera. We walked quite some distance and even repeated the journey a couple of times until Maggie thought she may have enough footage. I felt a very happy slave and I would have carried on walking all day being literally lead by my very wet Mistress.

Back under the dripping pier I recognised that mischievous smile. I just know something else exciting was about to happen. True enough, Maggie turned to her bag of tricks and extracted two familiar items; a ball gag that was stuffed in my mouth and a long coiled length of sisal rope. Of course I ended up tied to the pier.

It was a simple yet very effective bondage and I felt rather vulnerable. Well just for a moment as Maggie made sure her ball gag was securely applied. But I know and trust my Mistress implicitly, she wouldn't leave me there as the tide was coming in. Or would she? As she turned, said ‘goodbye slave’ and made to walk away.

Then oops! Out of the corner of my eye I spotted what looked like pier security approaching either side of the pier. I whimpered to Maggie that we had company and without looking in their direction she slowly untied the ropes. By the time the guys had arrived I was as free as a bird, brushing down my raincoat and helping Mistress to pack away the equipment.

They were very understanding once Maggie explained that I wasn't being left tied against the pier as fish bait, and that the whole scene was a photo shoot. But, understanding as they were, they did suggest that it is frowned upon tying someone to the pier.

As they retreated leaving us to clear away, one of the security men appeared to be reassuring a rather wet and concerned member of the public that she wasn't about to witness a ritualistic drowning, and in that sense it’s refreshing to know that people are sufficiently concerned as to alert the security staff of a possible tragedy. Thank you to the anonymous lady for showing concern, although she wasn't to know that a very willing slave was having a jolly good time in the very capable hands of a very experienced Mistress.

Two very wet and very happy people gradually made our way back to the pier entrance and made our way through the entertainment arcade with the intention of strolling the length of the pier deck, to see if we had scope for another couple of rubbery stills. Unfortunately, the gentleman from pier security advised us that he would be closing the pier at 17:00, just two minutes time but we weren't the last to leave.

It was a thoroughly enjoyable drive home in the presence of an incredibly exciting lady. We had had so much fun and excitement on our wet day out and we could chat about another exciting adventure. Thanks to the St Annes pier cafe, the concerned member of public, the excellent pier security staff and the general public for allowing two rubber coated individuals to enjoy themselves. But above all, thanks to Mistress Maggie for being such an excellent Mistress and friend and in particular for allowing me to include her video clip and not leaving me tied to the pier!

50 of the Best

Yesterday may well go down as the highest recorded temperature ever in the UK and today, although the ambient temperature was a little lower, isolated hot spots were evident in the North West. Specifically it got very heated in The Chambers where Mistress Maggie ramped up the temperature for this rubber devotee, and it certainly looked to be a red hot day as Mistress had instructed me to bring my red rubber wardrobe.

Because of the warmth Mistress allowed me to change in the fan cooled Playroom, then naked apart from my latex socks and gloves I presented myself at the feet of my Mistress and set about worshipping those beautiful legs and long red boots. I always relish the sessions’ start where I can be down on the floor under my Mistresses feet and just paying homage to a wonderful woman. The warmth of the day and the cooling fan which occasionally blew a welcome breeze up my bum, made it a perfectly exciting and highly erotic start.

Mistress stood up from her throne and looking down at me told me to continue my devotion. ‘Front AND back of my boots slave’. She turned around allowing me to access every part. It was so tempting to allow my tongue to stray that little higher; to kiss and lick those alabaster thighs and higher... I can dream but there is nothing currently in the rule book to stop me trying to gently caress those forbidden places with my freshly washed hair. I probably shouldn't have said that and of course it can only happen when I am not hooded!

Ordered onto my hands and knees it was butt plug fitting time, plenty of lube and ... a plastic bag! Holding the plastic bag tightly at my neck with one hand the plug was wiggled, teased and finally pushed into its home with the other. It has been a while since Maggie has allowed me the privilege of gazing at her great beauty as she smiles and watches me reach the inevitable begging stage for air. A lot of pleading and she will let it in before repeating the breathless cycle again. There came a stage where I so wanted to kiss her sultry lips as they were almost touching the plastic, but the need for air overtook my need to kiss and once again I found myself begging. The freshly inserted butt plug became unnoticeable as I breathed in plastic and struggled for air four times in a row. After a couple of shakes of powder on went the red latex catsuit and at that point we adjourned to The Clinic.

Zips opened, legs in the stirrups and ‘further down slave ... get your ass right over the end slave.’ Mistress ordered. As she fitted her strap on Maggie announced that we should celebrate the 50th anniversary of the first moon landing. My plug had only been in for ten minutes, but out it came and in went her rocket dildo, very slowly, all the way in until the balls on her strap-on slapped against my arse cheeks.

Mistress handed me a bottle of aroma to blast off on. ’Are you ready for launch slave’ . . . and her rocket thrusts began. ‘ONE’ - A very slow withdrawal until only the tip was in contact. ‘TWO’ . . . ‘THREE’ . . .  This countdown went on until we reached the fifty. On each slow thrust I could gaze in wonderment at the very sexy person taking me to the heavens and beyond and I was well and truly fucked. Mistress in charge, Mistress on top and Mistress dictating the pace and depth of each thrust and I just loved it. I felt another step towards being totally controlled by Wonder Woman.

After all that excitement, Mistress decided a little quiet contemplative time was necessary but not until a little more anal excitement with a rather large and very inflatable dildo. We had a good play with it, but as it was not suitable as a permanent ass fixture, it was a large black plug that was eventually inserted to keep my asshole stretched before Maggie sealed me inside my catsuit and red-roped me to the couch. Nothing too vigorous as it was very hot but enough for me to know my place. In stark contrast to the red, Mistress fitted a black gas mask and cleverly sealed the whole lot with the open faced mask. Maggie attached the re-breather bag, making certain I was able to accept the restricted air flow before casting me into the darkest of nights with the bug-eye blindfolds. With the headphones playing a monotonous and all enveloping track of white noise I had no idea what would happen next.

There I stayed and had no concept of time. All I did was dream highly erotic and very lurid dreams about the most sensual, sexually stimulating and sensational Mistress a slave could wish for. I had visions of a goddess in latex just looking down on her loyal yet totally subjugated subject. Thinking about the sensual situation I was in, the good fucking Mistress had just treated me to and the wildly lurid dreams I was having made the next action inevitable. All Mistress did was drape one of her rubber operating sheets over my exposed cock and try as I might to prevent embarrassment, I blurted out 'I'm coming Mistress,' and without further ado messed on the underside of the rubber sheet.

Mistress wasn't at all pleased that I had created extra washing, though whizzing off the headphones and whispering through the hoods she asked if I wanted to go on. Being such a hot day it seemed an appropriate time to stop for a drink of water before continuing my training with a spot of ball stretching. Maggie said that for a bit of light relief and amusement she’d planned to stretch my balls, but was happy to alter things to deal with the new circumstances. I had made my own bed and I would have to settle for lying in it, and because I had climaxed without consent I needed to be punished!

Hmmm! Perhaps choosing to continue was not one of my brightest decisions, but I knew I had upset the flow of the prolonged rubber deprivation and opting out just wasn't fair on Mistresses enjoyment. Out came a myriad of devices; rubber bands, metal ball weights, straps, more red rope and probably a whole host of other tackle that Maggie was going to tackle my tackle with.

Maggie is not sadistic, well at least not all of the time and she did allow me the comfort of a latex pillow to ease any strain on my calves. However, she showed little mercy on the pitiful cock and balls that had so misbehaved.

I of course saw none of this but could feel a lot of activity down below. I could feel my balls being attached to the H-frame. I could sense by Maggie’s voice that she meant business and I could tell I was in for a punishing time. Yet the worst stretching was still to come. The rebreather was reattached, the white noise turned back on and I was returned to the totally deprived state I had experienced earlier, and once again I was left to contemplate my exceptional Mistress. This time, subdued by the unplanned orgasm the dreams were less raunchy and somewhat overridden by the distress of my poor empty balls. Tightly restricted they were really being stretched and punished to say the least, lucky for me I have not had the pleasure of too much post orgasm torture but can tick it off my list of training experiences now!

Eventually Maggie relented and deciding that enough was enough, she removed the masks and adjusted the couch so that I was in a sitting rather than a lying position. I suspect that Mistress knew the action of sitting me up would tighten the ropes and stretch my cock and balls even more because she giggled that wonderfully girlish giggle as if to say, ‘That bit worked then’. One by one she started to remove my cock and ball jewellery. She examined my tackle and declared just the right ball colour; a slight blueish tinge and ready for freedom.

I am glad I had the balls to agree to continue the session after cumming unannounced. I really needed to be punished for my indiscretion and I have a lot of training still to do on orgasming to Mistress Maggie’s command. This possibly was Mistresses lesson and the hardest to avoid orgasm. I mean, a good bagging, fifty satisfying moon landings, a lot of isolation etc. what can a red blooded male do?

Dreams to Reality

Occasionally, when I am not mesmerised by thinking about Mistress Maggie my fingers wander through Flickr, and as my eyes settle on something rather exciting I might or might not add it to my favourites. I generally move on and forget the favourite and that is exactly what happened on this occasion until... Yes, Mistress saw it and made it happen. No, not the electric blue latex gloves that shone out like a beacon from the shiny black of her leotard, nor her lace up boots, which once I had been hooded I knelt down and dutifully worshipped. I will progress on to what dream Maggie allowed me to experience, but not yet.

Once the boot worship was satisfactorily completed, I was helped into my slave uniform of full tight black latex, led through to The Clinic and invited to sit on the couch. With a firm push on my chest Mistress made sure I was lying down, strapped down and ready for my unknown treatment. Mistress asked me some questions about a recent appointment I’d had with my GP and said that I would be receiving a second opinion. While being advised that I should continue with the prescription my GP had given me, Mistress examined me with her long blue gloves and gave me a big dose of abuse about my useless cock.

Plying me with a lot of aroma anaesthesia I became very relaxed and Maggie began her recommended therapy, suggesting in no uncertain terms that as my cock was so useless she was going to ensure it stayed that way for the rest of the session. With a pump pump here and a pump pump there, here a pump, there a pump...   My apologies, I was doing as I was told; thinking un-stimulating random thoughts as Mistress proceeded to fix a locking chastity device on me.

Nothing can be anticipated with my Mistress and as she slid the cage over my cock I was again told to ‘Think about hell slave’. Well, all the negative thoughts must have worked as I heard the click of the little lock sealing my cocks’ fate.

I was about to learn why my trusty butt plug had been left sitting all on its own in The Playroom, unwanted and unused. Mistress dangled the Kegel balls in front of my nose, not the four that I had last time but the two weighted jiggling balls which fill your arse with stimulating electric sensations. I think Mistress was in a playful mood, which is always good for a slave, as she flicked the switches and the electric motors of the gynae chair silently worked their magic on altitude, pitch and roll aspects of her pinioned slave. By the time Maggie had adjusted all aspects of the chair I felt like I had been taken for a ride. When satisfied with my orientation I was made to inhale more of Maggie’s medicinal aromas and my bum hole was taken for a ride as the Kegel balls were pushed inside.

By now, I had realised that both the Kegels and the chastity cage were not just passive objects, as Mistress was attaching leads and went on to successfully test the connections. She seemed to have great delight in watching my cock twitch and go no further, embraced in the tight confines of the electro-cage, and the sensations up my bum were throbbing to say the least. The cock electrodes were more intense but the bum throb just keeps on and on. All this erection control was just the precursor to what was about to happen next door, back in The Playroom.

Seated on the low Playroom bench I sat quietly waiting until Mistress appeared carrying a bar stool. Although I had not seen the stool before it somehow looked familiar. I then remembered the pictures that I had marked as favourites, they depicted a slave strapped to such a stool facing the seat, waiting for their Master/Mistress to sit and torment their senses with the closeness of the most private parts, and I was gradually realising what Maggie may have as a treat for her slave.

Maggie raised the seat higher until I could rest my chin comfortably on it and there I was fixed. Tight strap round the back of my neck, legs wrapped round and secured to the stool, and my wrists secured to the stool back so I was virtually hugging it. Long leather straps were tightened around the whole lot making me part of the furniture. My growing cock was beginning to put pressure on the inside of the electro chastity device at the prospect of what may be coming - a perfect time for Maggie to reintroduced me to the electrics and that's exactly what she did. That certainly focuses your mind on keeping your cock under control!

My mouth was lined with a red tongued mouthpiece, effectively preventing direct contact with any of Maggie's intimate parts that may tantalisingly present themselves. This was an expected restriction as I know the Chambers rules; no intimate worship allowed, and rules are rules!. With my legs and arms braced round the stool it did make for a very secure place for Mistress to rest her very beautiful derrière, but that delight would have to wait just a little while longer, at least until I had gratefully accepted a few more whiffs of aroma from the open bottle Mistress was holding to my nose and I felt a few more notches on the e-stim. The anticipation made any electro discomfort worthwhile.

Sensually, Mistress extended one leg over my head and gently sat down with her tightly latex covered pussy only millimetres away from my latex covered tongue. I gazed in sheer wonderment at that wonderful sight and naturally my cock started to erect again. Equally naturally, the tighter the erection inhibitor became the better the electric connection to my enclosed cock. What a delightful dilemma that I had no control over. As any red blooded male would, whenever Mistress sexily moved her private parts I got hard - but didn't of course because of the shocks... Maggie really is an expert in teasing her slave and with each tease I know I am sinking deeper and deeper under her spell.

My mouthpiece was removed and Maggie carefully re-oriented her position so her derrière was now right in front of my freed tongue, her lower back and beautiful cheeks within my reach as I was commanded to start licking. The scent and taste of Maggie was glorious. The day was warm and in her tight latex her skin had become drizzled with a thin sheen of perspiration. The taste and scent is absolutely out of this world. The combination of Mistress and moist latex certainly set me deeper and further along the path of total servitude. Sod the electrics, I was in heaven and it was about to get even more sublime.

The anaesthetic mask was once again secured to my face for a nice mixture of poppers and sweet breath control. The hosepipe extending from my nose finished with a dildo. I could only watch as Maggie sitting on her high stool smoothed oil over it, rubbing it in ready for insertion. Sliding her leotard zip open the whole length of the dildo disappeared inside her pussy. Oh what a decision to take.

There was nothing I could do except relish in my total breathing being dependant on Mistresses pussy. All the way in and you can't breathe at all, with just one hole showing I got enough air and my Mistress was taking pleasure in every moment with her breathless slave. I could actually smell the most intimate and private areas of my Mistress and when she finally laid her used dildo on the stool I was told to take care of it. ‘That’s what you wanted, now clean it up slave’. As I did so a strange progression of tastes repeated on my tongue: Mistress, lube and a hint of rubber. I had reached another step along the road of total adoration and dependence on my wonderful owner.


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Mistress Maggie had taken one of my secret desires that I had forgotten about and turned it into a brilliant reality, moving me along the road I wish to tread. I would like to thank Maggie for being the perfect Mistress but I think I had better re-address my Flickr favourites to see what else has tickled my fancy in the past and who knows...