Cane Again

I am probably not the brightest of slaves and I am certainly not the best of slaves but what I can offer to Mistress Maggie is absolute loyalty, commitment and obedience. Today I was left marveling at how far Mistress has brought me in my role as her slave, when I accepted it as perfectly normal that I was to receive 6 cane strokes. Mistress had merely posted a note on the bathroom wall next to a bottle of my talc depicting a cane and 6*. I wasn't sure why, but it is rare for me to be caned unless I need to learn a lesson. That is my life and I totally accepted that I would receive 6 of the best.

Knocking at the Playroom door I immediately found myself inserted into a rather fetching black latex hood and my attention directed towards Maggie's boots. Mistress had given her figure the Midas touch, the latex catsuit and matching boots that so seductively adorned her beautiful body were made of a magnificent gold, and with instruction, my tongue was put to work to give her boots additional shine.

It didn't take long for me to be told why I was to receive the 6 strokes. That bottle of talcum powder belonged to me and I had left it there after my last session . . .  and on quite a few other occasions as well, I'm afraid to say. Despite Mistress persistently reminding me to take my talcum home I have to admit to forgetting it. ‘How many times have I told you that I have no need for your cheap talc? Lets see if my smoked dragon can instil that fact into your thick skull slave’. Fortunately, it was my fat arse rather than my cranium that received its attention. Face down on the latex bed and a few swishes to set the tone then thwack 'One. Thank you Mistress' Thwack, 'Two. Thank you Mistress' . . . until all six were safely counted across my backside. I deserved it and we moved on.

I must have lost a bit more weight because I climbed easily into my working latex catsuit. Again I was pleased as Mistress congratulated me getting dressed in record time. High praise indeed and one any dedicated slave lives for. My bum was then given different attention after the caress of the cane in the form of a remote vibrating butt plug. Bending over, down went my bum zip, on went the condom and in went the plug, much to Mistresses amusement as I started twitching as soon as the vibes started.

However, I wouldn’t be wriggling for too long, I might be twitching a lot but wriggling was definitely out  as I was about to be the subject of Maggie’s tape mummification, wound up tightly and suspended on her plank! Standing to attention, roughly in the centre of the Playroom I received a quick but thorough application of clingfilm that had me feeling nicely cocooned inside the wrapping.

A useful tip here is to stand with your feet at 10 to 2. This will give you the maximum stability as Maggie winds the wrap round and round. Don't think though that you remain with this much freedom as your legs will be taped together later. It is important for Mistress to get a good film base, otherwise when tape is applied there is the distinct likelihood that you will end up with tape marks on the latex. Maggie is of course an expert in mummification and the heavy industrial tape was applied in winds of overlapping layers, then hand smoothed all over. Its a nice feeling having a beautiful woman's hands running over your taped torso.

Maggie's aim was to mummify me standing up because it is far easier to apply both film and tape with a vertical slave, with me transplanted into a corner she could then set up the plank, complete the mummification and whisk me off my feet; well hoist the plank on the overhead and then... Well, the first part went well and I was even able to waddle to lean against the Cell door as Maggie constructed the Plank, that is the advantage of 10 to 2 feet you can actually waddle duck like. Mistress cut the film at knee level to allow me to bend them and I managed to ease myself onto the Plank roughly where Maggie instructed.

Things then got trickier and two things happened. Firstly if you have ever tried sitting down whilst filmed and taped, you’ll know that it’s not at all easy to bend your middle to maintain a sitting position. Mistress only allows deliberate hurt when she is in control and so I felt really sorry for her as she attempted to aid this lump of a slave on to the plank without inadvertently hurting myself. Once I had been guided into a lying position there was a sigh of relief from Maggie before she instructed me to reposition myself so as to even up the weight distribution.

Secondly, cling film, tape and a varnished plank do an excellent job of sticking together. It took some effort, but using a strange snake-like motion I managed to wiggle down the planks’ length one small inch at a time. That really got my sweat glands working and I was happy just to lie there and rest while Mistress gathered some bits and pieces.

So far so good, but the wrapping was not quite  complete. Maggie finished with a layer of film and I became one with the plank. Rather than wrap my head in film and tape I was to wear the tusk mask; a nice touch that allows aspects of both breath control and nectar drinking, though today the mask was chosen for easy administration of aromas.

But for Maggie's quick reactions things could have ended up a little topsy turvy as she attached the chains and started the lift. Raising the plank one end at a time I was suspended in all my duct tape and plastic around two feet from terra firm, thereafter  with every extra pull on the ropes I gently started to capsize, a bit like a ship that had just been torpedoed. ‘Hmmm, Mistress I feel like I am tippling over…’

I honestly found it quite funny, of course I was safely plasticked to the plank and wouldn’t fall off it whatever way up is was. You would certainly find it hard writing a script for our capsizing scene! Fortunately Maggie took charge and lowered both ends before I totally turned turtle. We assumed that it was a problem with weight centering and I have certainly more than enough weight to centre!

As I really couldn't move an inch to re-balance the plank the suspension was abandoned and I ended up cut free and safely on the floor, still rigidly cocooned but stable. Unperturbed, Mistress rolled me over where she wanted me and carried on with her plans. The tough tape was again smoothed of any wrinkles that I had created in my unbalanced state followed by the sound of snipping scissors. Maggie set about cutting out my cock and balls, not literally thank goodness, that will probably form some future amusement for Mistress, but the tape surrounding that area. That was a relief to get some cool air on at least a small area of my otherwise very warm taped body, and I was left there cocooned on the floor for quite some time.

Eventually Mistress reappeared and the clattering steel tray she was carrying awakened me from my slumber. I could see her gold figure towering over me as she began pumping a potion of intoxicating aromas into my mask. Naturally, when she moved lower down my body I couldn't see, but I could feel Mistress applying a cage then the tightening of the clamps round my balls. Time for more aromas I think as the threaded bars began clutching my balls really tight. With her normal sense of humour, Mistress said I was benefiting from a few steel ornaments. I knew better. My balls were being crushed by the metal restraints.

I will probably wish I hadn't said this, but the feeling of physical contact and a little discomfort was a relief after being wrapped up like a parcel. I still couldn't see what was happening down below, but Mistress kindly took time to show me the very long ribbed sound through the tusk mask lenses. It slid in easily through the central hole in the cock cage and disappeared all the way down the centre of my cock.

I really could not work out the very strange, very pleasant sensations that followed and were accompanied by a metallic rattling sound. I thought it maybe Maggie running a vibrator over the cage, cock and embedded sound. It was of course Maggie gently withdrawing and reinserting the ribbed sound and the rattle was the noise as it contacted the central hole in the cock cage.

What a finish. Mistress retrieved her Hitachi wand and started firstly playing with my cock, then once more coming into view above me  she pleasured herself through her tight latex. By now she had removed the tusk mask and straddled my head as she continued to allow the wand to work its magic. I lay there in total wonderment to see Mistress play with the wand before opening her zip and allowing a stream of refreshment enter my mouth. All the while the vibrating butt plug had been doing its duty, out of sight but not out of mind.

Thank you Mistress Maggie. I don't think I would have escaped that mummification unaided.

WARNING: This 1min 13sec clip has audio.

Exam Time

I believe that I am falling deeper and deeper under the spell of Mistress Maggie. As I enter The Chambers, gone are the nervous tingles that occasionally showed themselves last decade as I approached the outer door, only to be replaced by the need to enter and serve. I wear my slave collar openly, although I do respect Mistresses request for discretion in her outside environs but once inside...  I am relaxed in Mistresses company and all I ask is that I can serve.

However, I am still a red blooded male and Maggie certainly has the ability to make my blood boil. I walk behind those glorious latex covered legs and get that familiar urge just to touch... but my training has been good and thorough and I touch when asked, in fact I react only when instructed to react by Mistress.

The gentle cropping that my backside received as I was worshipping her boots may have been a little more firm than last decade, with the occasional splat aimed across the balls, but everything is designed to improve my value as a slave.

And what a fortunate slave I was in today's session. I was to be allowed to be one of the first recipients of Maggie's new inflatable rubber helmet.

Firstly though, I was quickly into my plum suit and was pleased that I surprised Mistress by climbing in, zipping up and standing to attention without any assistance. Oh, but the polishing is always a delight. Maggie polishes all over; shoulder, arms, hands, legs and more intimate places that always excite this latex covered male.

Once in the suit and fitted with my butt plug I was introduced to the new hood that had recently been so enticingly announced on Maggie's twitter feed. Easy to get my head into, very comfortable to wear and incredibly stimulating when fully pumped up. Today would be without the gag but in return, Mistress expected me to provide honest feedback on how it felt.

Well, my feedback was a little embarrassing to say the least. I was trussed like a chicken with the hessian ropes and hung almost off the ground from the ceiling ring. As I wobbled about like a skittle a more serious whipping ameliorated by the occasional puff of aromas had me glad of the rope suspension. Rather embarrassingly I came, there in the middle of the Playroom. Mistress wasn't at all pleased, but in my defence that was the only feedback I could give as I was so excited by the situation, and it didn't really help that Mistress had lubed up my cock and balls and was merrily playing a tattoo on my manly bits!

This wasn't going to detract from Maggie's intention of carrying out my regular routine dental check-up and I was de-hooded in preparation for the Clinic. That was a real shame, but it would be impossible to examine my gnashers with them sealed inside that wonderful rubber creation.

Strapped down in the dentist’s chair I was left listening to a dental presentation on the radio while Maggie slipped into the stunning white latex medical gown that she’d made, and I just gazed at the beauty that was about to invade my oral cavity once more. I like being able to say that Mistress has invaded all my cavities and in fact she has the freedom to go wherever her mood takes her. Today it was the mouth.

Time for a little relaxing aroma to calm the patient. I wasn't about to say no but I am generally very calm in Maggie's presence with or without aromas. She does have that effect on this slave. After all, I have nothing to worry about and trust my Mistress to do whatever she wishes. This time the aroma delivery was coming from the gas station and being fed through by the simple anaesthesia face mask; easy to hold in place and remove when ready. It is not as intense as the inflatable hood I wore earlier but far more practical for climbing onto the molars.

It is quite strange and weirdly relaxing to be strapped to the couch and being administered to by a very beautiful lady. The situation is made more bizarre by the white latex mask she was wearing. I could gaze through my perspex eyepiece and I could see clearly just Maggie's eyes, which all added to the emotional tension in the room. However, I do wish Mistress would not try to open my mouth wider, just a bit wider, a little bit more with the mouth brace. I feel a right pillock dribbling away in front of my dentist but it certainly did the job, keeping my mouth wide open for the real examination and remedial work that was deemed necessary.

Mistress has all the necessary equipment for the Clinic. A selection of authentic stainless steel dental instruments entered my mouth and were put to work for examining and cleaning my teeth, working up to a drilling that can really put your teeth on edge. I drifted fleetingly back to my early dentists and thought they could learn a lot from Dentist Maggie's bedside manner. There are other advantages and benefits from visiting my current practitioner, not the least of which is her beauty and calmness as she drills and scrapes away, all behind that alluring white mask.

As we progressed Maggie appeared satisfied with the results of her work and was finishing up with a good clean and polish. Now, I am not sure what amused her so much, probably the absurd look of her patient, but shortly after applying the cotton wool and lip pads she started to giggle and almost lost the plot with her laughing. Obviously she remained in control as she continued to clean my teeth, but once again it was so thrilling that for whatever reason I was able to elicit that wonderful tinkling, slightly girlish laughter that is so appealing.

When she had regained her composure, the mischievous madam decided to clean the end of my cock with the toothpaste. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable and I think that may not have been the reaction Maggie was hoping to achieve. ‘Ohh, does is not tingle, not even a little bit slave?’

It was now nearing the end of my dental appointment and all that was left was a little cleaning of the oral cavity, which was achieved with the assistance of a suction device. Once more the whole suction procedure was so life like. With a command to open my mouth, in went the tube and the sucking squelching noises began, indication that the end was almost nigh.

The final action, which had rather sensibly been left in the bathroom, was the mouth rinse and wash. Maggie had thoughtfully prepared a tumbler full of her pee for that, and I was instructed to rinse and spit while she got started cleaning the instruments she’d used in the Clinic. I have to admit that after the first rinse and spit I thought it was far too much of a waste of good vintage so I drank the rest!

Before anyone asks. No, Mistress Maggie does not perform actual dentistry BUT it feels so real at the time. The thoughts, sounds, emotions and fears are all there with the added bonus of a beautiful practitioner. This is role play but of the very highest quality and once more I have had a thoroughly enjoyable and amazing afternoon in the hands of the best Mistress/Dentist that a slave could ever wish for.

A final note of thanks to Maggie for allowing me the experience of that wonderful inflatable helmet. That is amazing.

WARNING: This 2 min 30 sec dental fetish clip had audio.

Black Gold

Today was an honorary Friday. The observant among you will have noticed that 99% of the sessions I have with Mistress Maggie do occur on Fridays, a ritual which dates back to when I was working and finished early on Friday’s. I could have a marvellous session then a wonderfully relaxing weekend knowing that Maggie had finished her working week as well and could similarly relax. Tomorrow, Mistress would be away, so Thursday became our Friday!

My all black water goddess

This second session of the 20's, my 181st with my superb Mistress, started with the vision of an all black, latex covered goddess, and when I say all black I mean from head to toe, from fingertips to fingertips Maggie looked like shimmering shining liquid oil. The dim light in the hallway played across every latex curve and acted like a mirror across her tight latex bottom, I edged as close as I dared to that wonderful rear as we climbed the stairs to the Playroom. Not too close but what a stunning view!

I instantly obeyed the instructions to change into socks and gloves, kneel in front of my owner, willingly accept a latex hood and happily worship her calf length boots. As an illustration as to the excellent training I have received, as I was worshipping her footwear Mistress gently cropped my cheeks and in a seamless action had my arse lubricated and butt plug inserted while I was still kissing her big toe. 'I would like you in black latex', she said, and with a total lack of ceremony or fuss my working suit was talced and I was in. Once more I was happily cocooned inside my rubber skin.

Neither did it take long for Mistress to position the toilet box and suggest it would be an excellent idea for me to slide under the pan and prepare for a nice long drink. Mistress clearly knows my thoughts or how else would she know I was a little dehydrated.

The toilet box was fitted with the latex funnel rather than direct delivery into my mouth, meaning I would not be performing as her toilet, but more like her personal drain. The downside to this is that all that was visible as Mistress descended and the nectar flowed was the dark shadow and the feint image of the pool of pee as it filled the rubber funnel shaped chamber. Without prompting, I had already placed the tube in my mouth and gladly sucked up all the considerable contents of Maggie's very full bladder.

With my thirst quenched and the toilet box tidied away my black goddess fitted me into two leather body harnesses, tightening them until I was very snugly restrained behind the leather and beckoned me to follow her into the Clinic. I really cannot do justice to the description of my black-gold goddess... You need to experience the thrill in person to understand how I felt and how much I rely on Maggie to help me improve my servitude.

On entering the Clinic more polished black latex greeted me. Mistress had completely rubberised the operating couch, transforming the grey leather of the couch into a sea of shimmering black, shiny latex that perfectly matched my Mistresses outfit. Maggie had gone to town today with latex. It was everywhere. I was now covered in the wonderful material and it wasn't too long until I had it filling my insides, covering my cock and in fact I was just becoming a rubber toy for my Mistress. Oh I do love that feeling. Mistress was covered in the marvellous material and now I was to lay on a super soft bed of it. I said this was going to be my best decade ever!

Mistress carefully chose the panoramic gas mask so that I could gaze at my Black Beauty. The straps were tightened to their maximum and another open face hood sealed the lot to my head which was now in three layers of tight rubber. The feelings that generated were enhanced by the fact that I had superb vision of my owner; perhaps a little scary with her totally encased as well, but it was a wonderful feeling. A little talc inside the inflatable mitts and they slid easily over my hands and I knew to clench the fists inside the glove rendering my hands totally useless once Maggie had finished pumping them up.

Maybe it is part of Maggie's longer term plan to increase the intensity of my training in the 20's, because the mitts were definitely pumped up harder than last decade. The consequence of my ball hands was that although I could get them round to stroke Mistresses rear, I had no tactile feedback. Still I suppose that again is part of the direction I wish to travel, where it pleases Maggie and I suppose that lack of feedback is Maggie's way of enhancing my frustration that builds throughout every session. Though at times and without warning, Mistress does devote time to caressing her rubberised slave as she floats about her Clinic. Those wonderfully sensual caresses can be like a very pleasant electric shock; It makes me feel so alive.

Unfortunately, for me anyway, the panoramic did not last forever. It is not set up to accommodate a re-breather bag, so when Mistress wanted me puffing on my own air the mask was changed for something that had been modified for the job; a GP5 gas mask. With a couple of turns of her wrist Mistress had her wish and the rebreathe bag became my air source.

The GP5 has a more traditional aspect of two small windows on the world, but fortunately it didn't prevent my vision unduly, ensuring that the awe, wonderment, longing and feelings for my Mistress continued to mount. At this stage with my triple hoods and thick working suit I was getting a little warm and I really felt for my Mistress who was doing all the hard work and still wearing her total latex outfit, including that sensational hood. Alas, those were the only feelings for my Mistress that I was allowed, as by now my wrists had been attached to the stout leather harness.

It was now time to find out why I was wearing the second harness below the waist. Mistress opened my cock zip and made certain that the horny thing that sprang out was passed through the harness ring, then began stretching and dressing it in rubber in the form of an open ended sheath round my now exposed and not so private parts.

Maggie's attention moved southwards where two further items of rubber were to be introduced into our playtime. The first was an innocuous looking dildo - well within my capabilities I thought, except the damn thing was inflatable! I was already well stretched and oiled having been wearing my red plug since the start of the session, and when this was eased out it was a relatively easy matter to slip in the inflatable and start pumping away.

Having inflated latex up your bum is a strange sensation. It feels far less intimidating than the solid dildo's, as is only to be expected as it’s much like a balloon. Maggie played with it for quite a long time, pushing it in and pulling it out. I could feel it compressing when it entered, moving about inside and shaping into whatever hole it was filling. Even with the pump still pumping, the dildo is not uncomfortable, although because of its slight pear shape when inflated, if it is left unattended even momentarily it does have a tendency to be expelled with an embarrassing plop and go bouncing off around the Clinic!

My anal experiences were not yet over, to keep me truly stuffed with rubber a large and somewhat familiar ribbed plug was gently eased home. I have been filled with this very big plug in the past, but Mistress had chosen to abandon it because there is no appreciable flange to hold it in place and consequently it would sneak out while Mistress was not looking. Maggie was not going to allow it liberty on her new floor covering today, and so it was gently pushed home, zipped in and buckled in place behind the leather harness. 'That should keep it in’.

The final part of today's latex extravaganza naturally turned to my cock and balls. After all, Mistress uses them for her amusement, and so far they had done nothing except luxuriate within the confines of the rubber sheath. Out came the bondage board and the electro kit for a little more 'sizzling enjoyment'; not sure if that was Maggie's enjoyment or mine!

Anyway, my cock and balls appeared to take um-bridge at being left until last and went as flat as a pancake, well almost. That definitely didn't please Mistress but a few firm slaps and some coaxing had the little fella standing to reasonable attention, only to be immediately grabbed and roped down like a steer. Electrodes round its neck and electrodes round its belly made it tickle and flinch with the electric pulses, and I was left being tickled and shocked accompanied by a big grin from my Mistress.

That would normally be the end of the session but I was so honoured to be asked to help Mistress with her un-rubbering. I know from pleasant experiences that after a good session I need help getting out of the hot sticky latex suit, and boy was this a good session. Today Maggie had the same sticky problem, so with trembling fingers I very carefully unzipped her black latex hood to reveal Mistresses beautiful but a little damp face. Then I was needed to unzip her tight latex outfit and help her to extract her arms. That was as far as I was needed, but I got a rare glimpse of Maggie's perfectly smooth and simply beautiful bare back and I actually felt that I had been able to do something to help Mistress and be a proper slave.

I loved every rubbery minute and the sight of Mistress Maggie in her all black latex attire was simply mind-blowing. Thank you Mistress.

Caution: this 90 second clip has audio

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.