Happy New Year

What a start not only to the new year but to a new decade. Luck had it that I was the fortunate person to have the first session of the new decade with Mistress Maggie. It had been my little fantasy to be the first slave to present myself, though I am aware that to Mistress my appointment will only be the first of many slaves to arrive at the Preston Chambers, but in my own secret special way I think that my Mistress has a good thought for her first customer in 2020.

With the new year came a fresh start to the session and I was sent to the bathroom to return in latex socks, gloves and for the first time ever, my black latex tee-shirt. I was not overly concerned about being naked from waist down as my Mistress has full access to all areas, but pleasurable or painful it seemed likely that my naked bits would be receiving some attention. Actually I did not have much chance to ponder on the possibilities before a rubber hood was zipped on me and I was viewing Maggie through small eyeholes.

Other things never change, and once more, Mistress beautifully attired in her stunning latex required her slave to worship her boots.

Though I did not have too much aroma today the medicine did start early, and to my surprise my first scent of aromas was delivered from between Maggie’s breasts. 2020 was going to be a good year I could tell! A couple of long sniffs on the brown bottle and as I bent down to put my tongue to work on her boot leather Maggie cheekily slipped my butt plug up my ass. It can be hard to concentrate on cleaning boots while on the aroma and with the vision of a Mistress towering over you waving a crop. Playing safe I settled for synchronising my tongue movements with my swirling intoxicated brain cells!

As always Mistress was aware of the limitations of my knees and thoughtfully asked me to don the Playroom kneepads, then some rather strange but simple steel shackles were tightened onto my wrists. These are particularly uncomfortable after a while because the threaded bar that tightens them pokes up by a good 10cm, which means you cannot rest your head on your arms whilst your bum sticks skyward. Still, it’s all in a slaves day so I mustn't grumble.

It was quite sunny outside, but any sun out there was totally eclipsed by the sun that Mistress created from my arsehole. Using a particularly vibrant and particularly sticky tape my anal stretching was taken way beyond what I had previously experienced. Maggie managed to work the ends of the tape actually inside my little bud then systematically went round each ray, stretching and tightening so my anus was being stretched in all directions, but the opening was virtually sealed by the embedded tape. This was quite fortunate because Maggie wanted to slip a stainless steel electric butt plug inside for a little more 'fun’. The taped opening worked well as the silver bullet eased its way inside and of course just stuck there.

And what level should the steel electrode operate on? Maggie decided it would be interesting to stick to the laws of physics, and just like the sun have masses of heat radiating from my core, the electrics were gradually increased to the maximum level 99 and I am proud to say I accepted the full blast. I was much less sure when she threatened to repeat the same levels down a sound in my cock!

With the heat gone and the plug removed, what followed was a dish full of soapy water pumped into the Bardex up my backside. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable but something wasn't quite right in the damned area, maybe because the doctor had given me new tablets to take?

Maggie was explaining that she intended to fit me into the leather suspension bag with my belly full of enema and asked if I was up for it. Oh boy yes, but with my training comes the added responsibility to help Mistress no matter what the consequences. I was already feeling desperate for the toilet and I really didn't want to disappoint her by letting go inside the leather lined body bag and so I advised Mistress of my reservations. I always am honest with Maggie and I thought nothing of it as I was sent to the bathroom to expel the soapy onslaught.

When cleaned and back in the Playroom, Maggie had me lay face down on the bed. That really was a nice experience until Mistress whispered that she had a surprise for me. ‘As you’re useless with a Bardex slave I am going to fill your arse with something else’. The swish of the cane rang through my ears and I received four or five quick raps across my arse. Mistress wasn’t pleased and wanted to teach me not to spoil her fun. ‘Yes slave, I’ll fill your arse with pain instead!’ The strokes must have been delivered with some venom as two stripes were still faintly visible after a week!

It was relatively quick to get me into the leather sleepsack. In no time I was lying snug and comfortable as Maggie tightened the laces and straps to secure me in place. This exercise is highly recommended as it is so relaxing and had it not been for the other activities planned by my Mistress I am sure I could have drifted off to sleep.

Had I done so I would have been gently awakened by the rocking of the overhead gantry as first one end then the other was slowly hoisted from the ground. I have mentioned it before but it never ceases to amaze me how a slim, beautiful lady can hoist a lump of a slave. I know excellent design work went into the overhead and pulleys are used to enable Maggie to move the chunkiest of slaves.

I would have further been returned to reality by Mistress opening the crotch zip and extracting my little cock, (remind me not to play with myself on the morning of a session!) which needed more than a little encouragement to make it a suitable size to have the electro sound inserted deeply in it. Once paired with a matching electrode my cock was standing up straight ready for more e-stim.

Thank goodness Maggie didn't make good her threat of maxing the unit to level 99, instead I received a very pleasant electro-vibrating sensation, and thank goodness Mistress decided not to apply the full face covering, not that darkness frightens me, but I do love being able to watch as the most beautiful woman imaginable moves about attending to her very compliant and willing slave. Even with the e-stim throbbing away I love gazing at my Mistress, or is that partly due to the effects of the e-stim? Whichever, when a blindfold comes out I feel a little blind and disconnected.

However, on this occasion Mistress treated me to the perfect blindfold and one where I could remain connected to my owner. Mistress had been carrying round the aroma jar in her bra and every now and then would remove the lid and treat me to another sniff. This time when she opened the bottle, she soaked a pad and pushed it into her latex bra, right at the base of her cleavage.

Then as I swung Maggie approached and ever so slowly placed my nose in the valley and moved even closer so her breasts formed the perfect seal. I could breathe in the aroma; I couldn't see a thing yet I knew I was as close to my Mistress as she would allow. Comforted by the warmth of her perfect breasts I thought I had ascended into heaven. As I inhaled the scent of the aroma its effect magnified my feelings and I tried harder to snuggle deeper into those magnificent mounds.

I really did feel at one with the world, at one with my Mistress and happy that finally Maggie had provided me with a blindfold that I really loved.

To conclude what can only be described as a fantastic start to a decade, Mistress once again took charge of the suspension ropes and little by little I was lowered to the ground. Not all the way, just enough to allow her to stand astride her slave and feed me with a drink of fresh nectar. A gentle trickle that I had to catch every drop of, but it was far far better saluting and celebrating the New Year with Maggie’s nectar than the glass of whisky I’d had on New Years eve. It shows how much under Mistress Maggie's influence I have ascended. My favourite tipple is no longer Glenmorangie or Bushmills because I can't get enough of Maggie's pee.

I would like to give Mistress Maggie the biggest thank you for all my wonderful experiences since 2011 and my wish for the next decade is that I am still needed as Maggie's slave and hopefully friend.

Happy New Year!

What a Shocking Christmas Pud

I was ringing the door to Mistress Maggie’s Chambers for the final time in the 2010's. Like all the slaves who visit her in December I had to wipe my feet on her special Christmas doormat. Maggie was sporting a very obvious strap-on dildo, and once I had hung up my coat we followed behind it, all the way upstairs to the Playroom. Footwear worship came first, and today involved a new pair of black ankle boots that Mistress had only recently acquired. It was an honour to be knelt before her in my rightful place and to be one of the first to pay homage to these elegant, stylish boots. I even surreptitiously managed the softest touch against the fishnet tights that adorned Maggie’s beautiful legs, but of course rules are rules ‘boots only slave’, and it was only an accidental touch of those most wonderful calves.

One satisfied slave being stuffed ready for Christmas.

Although twenty days away from Christmas this was the nearest session to the big day that I could arrange. Even so, the festive spirit was starting early in the Preston Chambers. As you might expect around the Christmas festive season, thoughts turn to stuffing the turkey, making the Christmas pudding, log decorations and, of course that Nat King Cole classic 'Deck the balls with boughs of holly’, or some kinky version thereof. I can only hope that my Mistress was able to experience at least half the festive spirit that was engendered in her slave as we navigated through my last Christmas of this decade in these heavenly surroundings.

Maggie’s fertile imagination was on fire again as became evident when this years’ celebrations got off to a seasonal start by stuffing her slave. It is incredibly liberating knowing that my owner can stuff her slave whenever she wishes, and indeed she frequently does. I was strapped across the Playroom horse, oiled and mounted from the rear by the comfortably sized strap-on. No need for stretching exercises for my anus, just gentle and steady pressure as the dildo eased in then I was fucked, plain and simple by the only person I want to enter that most private part of my body. Mistress has complete freedom to do whatever she wishes to her rubber slave and I think the power exchange between slave and Mistress is complete and absolute and perfectly personified in this exquisite activity. Judging by the beautiful picture, Mistress was at least satisfied with the mount.

Adding a little spice to my already pleasantly throbbing rectal passage, Mistress thoughtfully pushed a remote controlled vibrating butt plug inside me. That would certainly keep the area throbbing, especially when the zip was pulled up and it was safely buzzing inside my latex catsuit.

After the boot worship and a liberal amount of stuffing it was time to move into the Clinic for what I knew would be even more stuffing. Mistress does like a latex nurse outfit and disappeared for a while to slip into her uniform. Mistress had instructed me to wear baggy trousers in the calling mail and that could only mean one thing; I was once more going to receive a scrotal saline inflation. Once firmly secured onto her operating table Maggie partially opened my crotch zip to release my cock and balls for the delicious inflation to begin, meanwhile, the vibrating butt plug remained in-situ keeping my innards company.

I was surprised when Mistress fitted and locked me in a metal chastity device, but hey it’s Christmas so an extra ornament was welcomed. Probably a little too welcome, because Maggie had only just got the wee beasty under her control before the affects of her fitting the device round my cock had the inevitable effect. Talk about growing pains, but the device was now fixed and my cock wasn't going anywhere. An interesting thought flickered across my mind. Knowing from previous experience that an infusion does have the saline gradually expanding along your shaft, with it now caged would the steel cage be stuck until the saline diffuses? It was only a brief thought and we soon moved on.

A gas mask was provided along with accessories to send me deeper under the spell of my enchantress, but definitely not a silent sensory control, oh no. To help fill the time whilst my balls were being filled with the 500ml of saline, Mistress had devised some entertainment aimed at keeping her slave alert and enjoying the sensations. Firstly for those Star Wars fans, you would certainly relish the Darth Vader breathing sounds that were being piped through the headphones, then you could use the darkness provided by the blindfold to let your mind wander to the halcyon days of Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, Wookiee... I prefer dreaming of a wonderful, attractive, highly sensual and very erotic Mistress Maggie. Far more interesting and enjoyable than the Millennium Falcon.

Around halfway through the infusion, the drip drip of the saline slowed a little and a second cannula was necessary to encourage a good flow, then I think to amuse Maggie more than her slave, out came the pump up electro nipple tubes to encourage bud growth in these quiet winter days.

Sometimes I wonder what else amuses Mistress at her slaves expense, but that is exactly what I signed up for and promised Maggie a long time ago, ‘To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question… ‘. If I am being totally honest, I long for the journey of discovery that my Mistress is guiding me along and hope to uncover more of her secret pleasures. So far I have loved every one of them and can only hope that Maggie is deriving as much pleasure, otherwise I am really failing in my promise.

The electrical throbbing that was being induced in my puckering nipples was being matched by the vibrations lower down. You may have forgotten, I certainly haven't, that the anal stimulator was doing just that in parallel with the nipple stimulations. Whilst my balls were filling with the saline my nipples and butt were filling me with pleasure waves. Mistress has certainly found a very pleasurable way of whiling away her slaves time during the filling process.

As the final few salty millilitres were being eagerly absorbed into my ball sac, Mistress removed my blindfold and headphones so that I could see, well almost, and hear what was about to happen next. Maggie in her smooth sexy tones whispered that she was applying a shield to protect the couch while she hotted up the operation area with a frosting of molten wax. A very sensible precaution I thought.

I smelt a candle being lit, braced myself for what I thought was the inevitable hot wax on balls treatment and then... no pain whatsoever. Drip after drip was aimed at my inflated balls and it must have been the cool saline acting as an insulator, but I really couldn't feel the wax. I do believe Maggie was particularly pleased with this part of the session and grinned as she stuck something into the cooling wax. ‘That's it. The pudding is complete!’

I did not know what to think. Eh? Pudding? Complete? - Up until this point I could only guess what was happening down south. Thoughtful as ever, Mistress temporarily removed the aroma mask and allowed me to survey her handy work through the prism glasses. Bringing red rope she used it to hitch my chastity cage to my collar and present her pudding for better viewing.

Wow! what an amazing sight. My swollen balls covered in candle wax and the sprig of holly topping made my genitals resemble a Christmas pudding! Mistress really has the most amazing imagination and does like her slaves to appreciate her hard work. I really do think she has enchanted my heart, body and soul.

It was only now that I realised the significance of the foil shield round my pudding as Mistress announced it was time to cook the pudding and attached two electrodes, one to the foil shield and the second on the perineum, close to the vibrating butt plug. This could prove pretty uncomfortable as Maggie idly asked what level we should cook the pud.

Apart from a brief mention of Christmas day I am unsure how we both arrived at singing 'I saw three ships come sailing in', Perhaps the video will provide the answer? I think it was the sight of a Christmas pudding that put Mistress in such a festive mood, but it did make us both laugh and Maggie continued to laugh as the pudding started cooking. I stammered on singing in an electrified way and roughly in time with the rise and fall of the cooking cycle!

It didn't prove uncomfortable at all. After all why should it? Mistress wanted it this way and therefore I was actually enjoying all the sensations that were whirling around my senses. By now, either Maggie had turned the vibrating bum invader off or I had outlasted the batteries, after all it had been vibrating for most of the afternoon. Perhaps I will never know.

The lasting memories from this Christmas festivities are all very positive. Probably the most memorable is the feeling of complete calm at being so privileged to serve yet another Christmas with the most stunningly attractive and mesmerising person I have ever met or ever wish to meet.

Thank you Mistress Maggie for guiding me along this journey and long may it continue. A peaceful Christmas and prosperous and happy New Year and I really look forward to next Christmas with you as my owner but sooner than that, I will see you very early in 2020.

WARNING: This 90 second clip has audio.

Still a Long Way to go

Just when I thought I was becoming adequately trained, at least in the opening ceremony of footwear worship, Mistress Maggie threw in a curved ball to disperse any complacency that may have been building. The moment I entered the door to her Chambers I was put on a lead, and I followed Mistresses glorious latex covered bottom up the stairs to arrive in the Playroom; nothing unusual there, but then Maggie guided me fully clothed to the floor and I was told to start footwear worship immediately. Maggie has a new pair of black shiny boots that go all the way to the middle of her thighs and they were definitely well worshipped by this happy slave.

’Drop your pants and over the chair slave’, where I was told I would receive three thwacks of the trident paddle. ‘To satisfy your curiosity slave’. I had seen this implement in one of Maggie's twitter feeds where she had administered 30+ strokes to a willing recipient. After 3 strokes my backside knew it had been well belted, leaving me with full admiration for the recipient of the 30+ strokes. I would have taken my hat of to him there and then if I had been wearing one.

Just as I was expecting to be sent off to the bathroom to change into my usual session uniform, Maggie threw in another curved ball by instructing me to get undressed and get into my rubber catsuit there in the Playroom, but not until I had received a hard slap on my face. ‘A friend asked me to do that’, smiled Maggie sweetly!

Now that I had been wakened up properly we moved on to the real meat of the session. Mistress told me I had been far too greedy with my consumption of aromas over the last few months, and that I would be sniffing something else today while revisiting the basics of breath play. Whilst I was sitting relaxed on the circular stool enjoying a few quiet moments in the presence of a beautiful woman, Mistress quietly and efficiently set about securing my hands tightly across my stomach. The bindings were so effective that I really couldn't move my hands in any direction and certainly not reach my nipples let alone my face.

With the rope work done, my neck was trapped in the padded stocks, which in turn were firmly attached to the suspension gantry. Some minor height adjustment was completed and I was so comfy that... hold that thought as I heard the familiar rustle of the polythene bag.

Undoubtedly I would end up with my head inside it and I could look forward to a few moments of being once more reliant on Maggie for air. However, this looked a little more serious as the stocks were opened and then closed round the bag, gripping it tightly round my neck. I have to admit I was worried when I heard the lock click in place. It looked like I was about to enjoy some s-e-r-i-o-u-s breath control. I had no escape, I was trapped inside the bag with the air slowly becoming stale.

As I begged for air I gazed at my beautiful captor and my only hope of release, but unusually she did not respond to my pleas, at least not immediately, instead I lost sight of her as she moved round the side of my steamy plastic prison and I did panic a little. Though I was unable to see her, Mistress took a huge lungful of air and blew into one of the two purpose built air vents she had cleverly constructed yesterday. Repeating the life giving infusion several times, I relaxed and accepted that I was totally dependent on my Mistresses second hand air. It is the situation I love as I trust my Mistress implicitly and I hoped she felt that I was worth receiving her air otherwise...

This wasn't just isolated breath control, this was designed to have me totally air dependent for thirty plus minutes. All the while, Maggie teased me by coming so close with her lips just when I needed more puff. Another dilemma, I would love to have been kissed, even through the steamy plastic, but Maggie cleverly left that moment until I was really begging for more air.

After perhaps two dozen life giving infusions Mistress was satisfied that my over indulgence in aromas had been balanced by this prolonged period of basic breath control. Finally I was released from the stocks. At that point I was so utterly and completely devoted to my Mistress, I felt nothing but happiness and totally at peace with my situation.

More basic elements were to be reinforced with our next exercise as Maggie announced that my nipples had also been somewhat neglected along with the breath play.

Fortunately Mistress can be kind to her slaves and now allowed me a few whiffs of aroma, to slightly ease the discomfort before starting on the nipples. My wrists were still pinioned but the aromas started to have the desired effect and Mistress knew I would not complain (well hardly complain) as first the left and then the right nipple were warmed up.

Oh boy, do we need to do more work on my nipples!

Tweezer clamps with a small weighted load were attached to each one, but two minutes later both fell off, it was like deja vu, first the left then the right. Mistress likened my nipples to lumps of lard. The next attempt was to try and secure the clamps behind surgical needles to see if they would stop them sliding off. Nope! - that didn't help and the thought that my nipples were actually made of lard started to concern me. There was only one thing for it, the trusty clover clamps.

These bloody hurt and to reinforce their effectiveness Mistress had me kneel on all fours with the clamps dangling beneath. Mistress was having fun and to enhance my enjoyment a string of four anal beads were rudely and quickly stuffed up my bum.

With the lead reattached, Maggie guided me next door and had me stand to attention with the crop in my mouth as she changed into her piss pants. I couldn't look down but I could hear as Maggie described exactly what she was doing. She certainly seemed pleased about how her piss pants looked with the new thigh boots.

Shortly after, both the clover clamps gave up the ghost and the lard finally shed even these most gripping of clamps. I do have a pair of suction nipple pumps at home and we agreed that I desperately need to practice at least once each week to de-lard the buds.

The last and final part of this session is definitely not remedial training, nor is it a punishment. I consider myself very fortunate that Mistress allows me every opportunity to consume her juices, using many and varied methods she encourages and makes her slave quench his thirst. On this occasion an inflatable, breathe through gag would become my drinking tube, and with the nipple clamps applied again my mouth was agonisingly opened ready to have the gag inserted. Not much use currently as a breath through, but excellent to feed through and Mistress did make sure the nose holes were clear for me to breathe.

I eagerly consumed every offered drop, but the flow seemed to be never ending. I watched as the level in the reservoir went down with each suck on the drinking tube, only to see and hear Mistress let loose another torrent of her precious fluids. There is something really erotic and sexually stimulating to watch and hear your Mistress peeing and then to consume the warm fresh urine. A definite treat.

Meanwhile, at the back of my mind a mischievous plan was being hatched. Once I had completely drained my drink I was hoping to blow back down the tube and inflate the piss pants around Mistress private parts, but had to settle with just licking my lips! I think Mistress knows this slave well enough to read my mind, because the second I heard the final slurp the flow was disconnected and I didn’t have the chance to try and inflate her.

Today, I have been subjected to extended breath play reliant wholly on my Mistresses air, had my nipples clamped and pierced and finally had the luxury of emptying Mistress Maggie's bladder down my throat. It was another truly remarkable session and I know I am owned by the most spectacular and beautiful Mistress I could ever have wished for, but I also know that in my aim to serve her every pleasure and requirement I still have a long road to travel.

Thank you Mistress.

WARNING: This 3min 52 sec breathplay clip has audio.

Oh, I'm an Alien

Oh, I'm an alien, 

I'm a legal alien 

I'm a Yorkshire man in... 

Mistress Maggie's Chambers in Preston.

I know it doesn't fit the Sting song but it was a helluva lot of fun being treated as an alien by Mistress and her attempts to return me to my homeland. All will become clear a little later, but to get today’s session started I needed to acquire a new skill set to help look after Maggie's needs.

Mistress prepared me for my training and a butt plug was quickly fitted, in fact that was a bit unusual as Maggie normally requires me to devote myself to shoe or boot worship before having me bend and receive the plug.

However, the command to worship her red shoes did follow and I was down on my knees once again, moving my tongue vigorously along their shiny leather uppers. The style of the shoes meant there was very little for me to clean, and so it was a relatively quick transition to climb into my working catsuit and be zipped inside a comfortable latex slave hood.

I am not normally required to wear my glasses, but on this occasion I was informed I would be undertaking a pedicure and would obviously need to see properly. With a little thought we decided to slide the temples of my glasses through the eye holes in my latex hood. With perfectly secure and well positioned glasses, Mistress guided me, my glasses and a manicure set towards the clinic.

Arranging herself on the couch Mistress slipped off her latex stockings and put her legs into the stirrups. Pedicuring her feet was pretty easy because Mistress does a fabulous job of looking after them, and I have had the privilege of doing her pedicure on a few occasions already and been trained to know what is required. A tiny bit of work with an emery board and once more they were beautifully smooth and Maggie was satisfied.

No problems there then, but painting my Mistresses toe nails - that did pose a problem, as I had never undertaken any nail painting ever. Mistress didn't help this poor slave one iota. The red paint was going on and I was progressing reasonably well on one leg, but when I started on the other, I raised her left leg into the other couch stirrup to be confronted with the most beautifully erotic sight ever.

Mistress was naked under her latex skirt and I was getting an eyeful of her perfect private parts, complete with delicate silver ring exactly in the centre of where a slave never goes. I soldiered on trying not to gaze at the most beautiful of mounds and, even though I say so myself, I did a passable paint job under extreme provocative circumstances.

Mistress wasn't finished teasing her devoted slave, with her painted toe nails still quite wet she tiptoed hurriedly towards the bathroom with me in tow, saying that she needed to pee I would serve as a suitable receptacle for her. Perched on the edge of the toilet bowl with my head back over the pan and mouth wide open, I patiently waited to receive a glorious infusion.

Mistress took her place and liquid began trickling into my mouth, and apart from a few initial drops landing on my chin, that’s where the majority fell. I was in such close proximity to that little silver ring, yet trained to know and concentrate on catching as much refreshment as possible and definitely avoid any physical contact.

With my thirst quenched and back in the playroom I was hung out to dry. Not really, but I did stand with hands clasping the overhead as Mistress wound several layers of cling film tightly round my torso and down to my knees, then lowering my arms to my side more layers of film were applied leaving my arms and hands firmly clamped down. I couldn't really see what use a pinioned slave would be to Mistress as she led me back to the clinic and carried on winding the clingfilm round me until my whole body was covered. Mistress took care positioning me down the centre of the couch, and as if I was not bound up enough already she then strapped me down.

Maggie whispered that I looked like an alien and to her amusement I said I was from planet Yorkshire.

I don't know why I said that apart from the fact that I am, but what followed was an impromptu role play whereby Nurse Maggie would help me return to my home world! I wasn't at all surprised when she indicated I was going to get a space helmet to help me on my journey, and I was soon enjoying breathing on the rarefied air inside an inflatable plastic hood. I was starting to warm to Mistresses little role play, mostly because it included getting loads of attention from my beautiful alien captor.

I have to admit that the sight of me wrapped in plastic with my plastic hood would do nothing to dissuade any impartial observers in planet Preston that Maggie, had, in fact captured an alien!

Mistress was intent on familiarising her alien with some words which are frequently used on Planet Preston while I waited to be reunited with my species. You try repeating the words rubber and latex correctly when your mouth is full of breathing tube. I did feel rather stupid as all I could manage was ‘lubber’ and ‘ratex’ before Mistress believed I needed more atmospheric exposure and fixed me inside a gas mask with aroma tube attached.

The elongated pump tube she was using meant that Maggie could dispense poppers from anywhere in the Clinic, and after several good lungfuls I was very, very relaxed and docile. That was a brilliant place to be in, because Maggie decided that we needed an antennae to help us communicate with Yorkshire and set about creating one, using my cock and balls as her construction base.

Snip, snip snip with her scissors and my cock sprang free from its plastic confines. With everything nicely sterilised, Maggie set about hooking lines to various bits. It was the least intrusive operation that I had experienced with Maggie. ‘After three slave , 1,2,3…’ Only a little prick with each hook that was inserted.

I couldn't help it, but as the first hook was pushed through my flesh I asked Mistress to stop for a moment and I think I orgasmed. Not explosive but more of a gentle, warm feeling. The feeling passed after a moment and I asked Mistress if she could possibly carry on, which she did. I put it down to the whole array of erotic experiences that had just gone, and in any event I felt fine and really couldn't miss the rest of this exciting journey.

More aromas, more piercings, eight in total and then Mistress played around with the positioning of the cords attached to the hooks, until she was happy that she had created a suitable aerial to help her alien to be located by his people.

By this stage all I felt was complete and utter dependence and devotion to my Mistress. I hardly felt any pain with the piercing and Maggie could have done whatever she wanted and I would still have been deliriously happy.

Mistress brought her electric box out, attached four electrodes to my outstretched genitals and flicked on the transmitter. With each subsequent, gradual increase in power I felt sufficiently relaxed to quip 'Almost there, Radio Cleveland coming … ‘, then with a further increase in power I could report ‘tuned to radio Whitby ...’, then after a few more ‘receiving radio Bridlington’ and as the dial slowly increased to level 25, I was screeching that ‘I can see Planet Yorkshire !!!!’ .

It was either that or pleading with my laughing Mistress that at that power I was literally about to take off!

I don't think the Yorkshire alien role play was planned, but once started Maggie improvised brilliantly and that in turn egged me on to become that alien character. It was only at level 25 when the aromas had been pushed to their limits that I had any doubts about where Maggie had taken us during this incredible session. The needle play, plastic and electro play were all planned but it was a real joy how the journey developed.

Maggie summed up the whole session brilliantly. ‘A mad but very enjoyable session.’

Thank you Mistress Maggie.

Too Much Latex?

Mistress Maggie's calling mail yesterday had been short and sweet. ‘Your rubber Mistress hopes to prove whether having too much rubber is fact or fiction’.

It sounded like a lot of rubber fun was about to happen and that certainly was the case. I am not sure if by the end of the session Maggie had proved or disproved her hypothesis, but I do know it was heavenly attempting to find the answer. Red thigh high boots, red latex catsuit, teasing black latex bra provocatively accentuating a pair of magnificent breasts. . . I am of course referring to my stunning Mistress not me. Dressed in her skintight latex, Mistress instructed me to change into just my latex socks and gloves, and I hurriedly dressed to her liking before returning to the room and dropped on my knees gazing lovingly at her long shiny boots. ‘Kisses only, to both boots slave. No licking!’.

Only when I had completed the boot worship, kisses only of course, did I find out the reason for her 'no licking' instruction, as Mistress had other plans for my eager tongue today. Mistress allowed me a further rubber item in the form of a hood, then standing up, she slowly slid open her crotch zip, being very careful about what was exposed, and I was invited to get in there and lick clean her bottom. I haven't been allowed this privilege for quite a while and as she reclined across her throne, I positioned myself behind her, between her legs and ever so carefully made my way into the valley between those perfect cheeks.

It is warm and dark in the valley, with only Maggie’s slight movements occasionally letting in sufficient light for me to wonder at the perfectly round, slightly puckered little bud that was my Mistresses anal opening and the target for my devotion. Care was needed, because feeling around in the dark with my tongue could oh so easily result in straying into the forbidden zone. It was an excellent treat and Mistresses beautiful bottom ended up equally beautifully cleaned.

I was then told to lay face down on the luxurious latex bed, which for a brief moment took me back to the calling mail and the idea of too much latex. It was only the briefest of dreamy thoughts as I was soon awakened from my fantasizing when the first of many lashes landed fairly and squarely across my shoulders and brought me back to reality. For the next few minutes I was subjected to a sound thrashing across my buttocks, back and crack, and without complaint I laid there, still, until it was over. However, I had three things secretly working on my behalf to help me accept the lashing.

The first was the aromas that Mistress had allowed me to consume. The second was the butt plug; the small and extra piece of rubber that gave my butt cheeks something to bite on, and the third and most important, was Maggie wanted to thrash her slave and I think it did her a power of good.

I even enjoyed watching Maggie's arm from the corner of my eye, hearing the familiar swish and absorbing the pain. I know Maggie wasn't delivering at full force but she was giving the whip some air, and I probably shouldn't admit it but I was pleased that Mistress saw fit to let out some of her frustrations on the flesh of her almost naked slave.

It was then the easiest climb into my working latex catsuit. A good dose of talc and I was able to slide ever so easily inside and even had it zipped all the way up before Maggie had finished sipping her water. We were both relaxed, well I know I was, and we moved quietly into the Clinic but only for a short sojourn. Mistress did not want her research interrupted by a slave whining for a loo visit, and therefore a catheter must be installed for the remainder of the session.

A catheter insertion has become pretty routine and while it was being done we chatted about the first time she had me wear one. Meticulously reading each stage of the instructions and following them to the letter. That insertion was incredible but took Mistress a little time with checking and double checking, whereas now it is like second nature. Still the same adherence to strict hygiene and safety but such a quick and easy treatment now.

Lying down there on the medical couch I rarely catch a glimpse of what is happening down below, I have so often asked ‘Is it in Mistress?’. Today Maggie had come up with an unexpected treat for her slave and thoughtfully provided me with a pair of prism glasses, which allowed me to see the whole procedure from start to finish over my rotund stomach. Despite being securely strapped to the couch, I was able to raise my head a little and watch through the prisms as Maggie completed her work and finally strapped a rubber catheter bag to my thigh to catch my pee. A glass of water was also proffered to my zippered lips, to get the juices flowing and everything draining as it should. The familiar slosh slosh from the bag satisfied Mistress that the draining was already ongoing and after only a few moments in the Clinic me and my cath bag were escorted back to the Playroom.

On our return the luxury bondage bed was waiting with its quilt folded back. I was told to lay down on it and maybe for some considerable  time, because my ankles were being attached to the footboard and my wrists to the head of the bed.

Mistress wasn't entirely happy with my arms poking out at the top and changing her mind she hurried to retrieve a spreader bar. I have learnt a few slave skills, one of which I used to help my Mistress: by raising my buttocks Mistress could slide the bar underneath me and hold my wrists down by my sides, the bar could then be attached to the footboard ensuring that I was pinioned. Maggie’s inventiveness had the desired effect, her bondage was most comfortable and my cock and balls were next to feel her attention.

More rubber arrived and Mistress stretched a ball bag and matching penis sheath around my genitals. She had obviously planned for the catheter and went on to draw the catheters’ tube through the hole at the tip of the sheath. I was allowed more aroma inhalation and this had an amazing effect, with each breath sending me deeper and deeper under her spell.

I vaguely remember Mistress promising me more bedtime medicine to follow once I was nicely tucked up. The rubber quilt was now being rolled up over me and I began to understand why my hands were secured the way they were. The quilt could be rolled up to cover my head to engulf me in total darkness as my breathing hoses were long enough to be kept well out of harms way.

Sitting comfortably at my bedside Mistress started to read the third installment of a story from the Dressing For Pleasure magazine, accompanied by lots of rubbery strokes and more of her aromatic medicine to send her slave off to sleep.

With the bedtime story finished I was tucked up properly in the bed. Even with the quilt covering my eyes, black as the darkest night, I could still see the image of my beautiful Mistress as clear as day. It felt so warm, safe and peaceful in bed that I don't know if, after a while, I drifted off to sleep, but I do remember the contents of the story and that at some point Mistress had climbed under the rubber quilt alongside me and snuggled next to me for a few minutes, granting me quite a few very gentle caresses.

And for a final treat, after a very taxing session, in reality it was incredibly relaxing for me at any rate, Maggie prepared the refreshing and medicinal drink she had promised me to aid a good night's sleep. I lay, or perhaps a more accurate description of my current state, floated there on and under a rubbery cloud as I watched Mistress firstly hang a feeding funnel above me and partially fill it with her juices. What an end to a most erotic and sensual session. I was relaxed and had hardly raised a sweat but the re-hydrating fluid was eagerly accepted and consumed.

The question raised, ... to prove whether having too much rubber is fact or fiction remains and may never be answered. I may regret this as well but we were nowhere near to me having to much rubber. I suppose I would need to be pleading for less rubber, to pass out or die of heat stroke for that to be a fact!. The latter is impossible as Maggie takes far to much care of her charges. The middle one is possible but unlikely as I may faint with the heat, and we shall see about me pleading for less rubber. Unlikely too!

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Thank you Mistress Maggie for another outstanding training session and I apologize for not providing an answer to your hypothesis.