Double Entendre

Mistress Maggie has that remarkable knack of confusing this poor slave and frequently has me thinking about the forthcoming session in exactly the wrong direction. Take todays calling letter for example:-

‘…Unlike last time I likely won't be out to greet you, but a good chance I could play with you in the back alley…’

Now, to this simple slave the references to greeting outside and the back alley referred to some outdoor activity down the alley. I’d spent a lot of time imagining what exciting trip Mistress may have planned. Perhaps a little nettle picking trip of which there are several nice juicy plants? or something a little more sinister?

Anyway, it turns out that Maggie had no intentions of an outdoor trip down the alley. Once more, my Mistress had totally side-tracked my thinking up a blind alley, so to speak. These double entendre are part of her fun side and one of the things that so draws me to worship her. Maggie is more than capable of guiding this slave in whatever direction she wishes.

I was greeted by the stunning vision of my owner in her black latex pants, corset, white trimmed bra, what looked like brand new white boots and... a huge black rubber dildo. What more could a rubber slave and devotee of the most alluring and sensual Mistress ever need or want. The white cross insignia on her headband signified that I would be spending some time in her nursing care, but only after the familiar Covid protection routine: temperature check, hand sanitise etc being efficiently completed and we were then up the stairs to the Chambers.

Our ascent never fails to both arouse and titillate this rubber slave, the sight of Mistresses rear as I follow her as closely as I dare up the stairs has me totally under her spell, and by the time we arrive at the top of those stairs I am fully ready and prepared to fulfil my promise to willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question. 

Sent off to change and return for boot worship, I either missed or forgot the instruction to re-enter the Chambers on my knees. Of course for every failed action there is a reaction and no doubt Mistress had already determined the punishment I would receive.

Mistress removed my slave collar and fitted me with a latex helmet before fastening my collar back around my neck. That action of turning a man into an anonymous rubber plaything and being transformed into exactly what Mistress wants, feels fantastic and rarely finishes with just a helmet, and where there’s a helmet there is sometimes a tongue hole. So, onto the business of worshipping these wonderful new PVC boots. I spent a while familiarising myself with the scent and taste of these white boots; long slow licks and many kisses before I was ordered to kneel facing away from Mistress. 

Maggie made herself comfortable seated on my back and made me very comfortable with a nice dollop of lube followed by a nice dollop of my butt plug, gently but swiftly inserted right up to the hilt: the plug went in soooo easily as if my bum was now welcoming the return of a good friend. And now for the reaction to my mistake earlier.

'Get the horse out slave.... lie on it lengthwise slave. You’ve smelled my boots and tasted my boots, and now you will be finding out what they feel like by taking the kicking up the backside that you desperately need slave’.

Several hefty kicks landed on my arse, six I think though I wasn’t really counting. Then after deciding that she would stick with using her right boot Mistress kicked me up the arse at least another half dozen times. I had absolutely no complaints about the punishing kicks as I had failed to observe a simple command so had to suffer the consequences, and my butt plug was certainly firmly secured and inserted to its full length if nothing else!

After the booting it was time for something much gentler. I was helped into my chlorinated plum catsuit relatively quickly, then with my hands raised up on the ceiling ring I was blindfolded as Mistress applied a gentle polish all over. It is a wonderful experience having your latexed body polished without your vision, without knowing where the polishing cloth will massage you next makes it an experience riddled with surprises and it does heighten the remaining senses. As you can tell, I find it a highly sensual and sexually charged experience, one of many I get in Maggie's company! 

Maggie kept me blindfolded as she attached a lead and slowly led me through to her Clinic where she gently pushed me against the wall. When the blindfold came off I saw the familiar details of the Clinic, with the addition of what appeared to be a new industrial looking piece of equipment comprising of three black bellows, attached tubes and...   I couldn't take in any more detail as Mistress instructed me to lie on the Couch with legs highly elevated in the stirrups and my arse just hanging off the end. By now it was fairly obvious which 'back alley' Mistress had been referring to. 

Mistress treated me to the luxury of double hooding by applying a second hood with anaesthetic mask attached. I think I was returning to heaven. Mistress has that ability to transport her slaves into a distant land where women rule or actually only one woman, my Mistress, rules with absolute certainty. Maggie announced she was to further address my 'rusty rectum' syndrome by utilising an anal spreader that she had obtained during lockdown. Yet another excellent use of Mistresses guinea pig slave.

As she put on her examination gloves Mistress explained that the intention was to keep me wide open while inserting other anal toys down the cavity created by the steel spreader. The stretcher was installed three times, but on every occasion it slipped right back out again, probably due to the natural action of my anal muscles. Never defeated by anything, Maggie made a swift excursion back to the Playroom and returned with a few ropes to help support it, and with some imagination succeeded in roping the spreader to keep it where she wanted it. Unfortunately Mistress could not get it to spread wide enough to insert anything through the centre.

We agreed afterwards that it looks pretty and may work better with more practice, but on the whole  (or in the hole!), doesn't perform as needed and deemed by Maggie as 'a useless piece of kit'. I was happy because my rubber nurse kept me pumped and plied with her medicinal aromas, which meant all the pushing, pulling screwing and opening as wide as possible was a most enjoyable experience, and once again Mistress had entrusted her guinea pig with the testing of another new toy.

My anal hole was not allowed to close just yet though, after the disappointment with the steel hole stretcher, Maggie settled for something more reliable and slipped a greased up inflatable dildo right in there. I received quite a lot of pumps leaving my hole nicely stretched by my favourite lovely rubber.

We moved on from one piece of pumped up rubber to another as it was my time to be introduced to the bellows equipment that I had spied earlier. Maggie explained it was another project that she had worked on during lockdown, which in effect was a very sophisticated version of the rebreather bag I have often had the pleasure of being attached to. The three bellows act as the rebreather and there is the ability to deliver an adjustable sustained supply of poppers.

Initially I struggled to draw air through the equipment because air was coming in through the open eyeholes in my latex hood rather than through the equipment. Another trip to the Playroom and Maggie returned with what turned out to be an excellent solution. I was given a perspex eye mask to wear which created a perfect seal round the eye holes and ... success. The bellows started their gentle rise and fall rhythm and the poppers delivering their own boost to my wellbeing. I got the impression that Mistress was really pleased with the results of her long hard work designing and creating this masterpiece and once she had solved the problem of the air leakage round the eye holes it worked perfectly.

There are quite a few subtle details that are not obvious during the heat of the session, for instance I had noticed a small valve operating near the mouthpiece and had chance to ask Mistress about it when the session was finished. The valve was responsible for letting out my surplus exhaled air, which explains why there was a slight whistling sound when I breathed out heavily, forcing air through it. There are many more subtleties that I hope to experience again if my rubber nurse allows me the heady pleasures of her new bellows, but that is for the future.

Mistress was obviously happy and as a caring, sensitive Mistress was prepared to reward her slave for my performance by taking care of my rusty rectum syndrome once and for all. After some adjustment of both height and angle of the couch, Maggie and her big strap-on were on course for a perfect anal entry. What a marvellous ride, being taken by my beautiful nurse, whilst keeping the rubber bellows moving regular and benefitting from the waft of mind blowing medicine running through the tubes. I felt great. I felt alive and quite frankly I felt well f****d! With casual aplomb, Mistress added a little more spice to the situation by rapidly oscillating the controls of the couch to create a pulsing effect as it vibrated up and down!

If you have never been taken from this angle of attack you really should try it. I know from experience that Maggie has always considered my comfort and experience when picking the right dildo to invade me with. 

Then, did I hear the sound of tinkling? Yes I did. As a final treat I could hear Mistress preparing a drink for her lucky guinea pig; the familiar sound of pee splashing into plastic jug. Unfortunately I could not see her relieving herself, though in my imagination I could sense her golden liquid being decanted. Then all of a sudden it came into view as she reached up to pour my drink into a funnel that was now hanging up where the bellows had been.

I really am a fortunate slave to have Mistress grace me with her wonderful nectar to finish with and it certainly didn't take me long to consume every last drop. 

After today, I think the nickname of ‘rusty rectum’ can no longer be justified, and thank you Mistress Maggie for yet another wonderful experience on my journey to becoming a much better slave for you...

An Unexpected Welcome

After 188 remarkable sessions Mistress Maggie is still able to stop me in my tracks with a truly unexpected experience, and this time it was outside the Chambers before I had even entered heaven. A little background to the start of the session might help and a glance at the calling mail I had received -  

‘Your Mistress will be taking you for a walk on the wild side and you will be excused for wondering whether it will be in or outdoors, either way it will be a journey well suited for a sucker for rubber.’

OK, on its own not a particularly unique call, but it did contain a lot of things for me to think about. When I rang Mistress to confirm my attendance I asked if it would be OK to arrive in my latex trench coat, because the weather forecast was for heavy thundery downpours and I do have to walk part of the way. The request was happily received by Maggie.

I parked up, donned my trench coat and hat and set off at a slow amble as I had ample time and it was no longer raining. As I sauntered towards the Chambers, across the street I caught sight of one helluva beautiful lady, her black ponytail wafting over what appeared to be a superb looking PVC mac. Now normally I take no notice of women in the street as I only have eyes for my Mistress, so I was disturbed by this fatal attraction to this stunning raven haired beauty. On a double take and a few steps closer, I realised why I was so drawn to this mysterious beauty dressed in PVC. It was Mistress who had actually come out to greet her slave. There, on the other side of the road with a radiant smile was Maggie. I crossed and we chatted like two old friends that I believe we are, as we entered her Chambers by the front door.

After the sensible temperature check and hand gelling I followed Mistress upstairs, which allowed be to examine her PVC mac at close quarters. It was a black and clear check and underneath I got the faintest glimpse of what I thought was a latex skirt and top. Oh well, I would have to wait to get the full details.

Mistress gave me my dressing instructions and I was soon changed into my latex socks and gloves, and slipped into my lighter weight latex suit. Mistress completed my dressing by slipping a black latex hood over my face and topping it off with my regulation slave collar. Oh I nearly forgot, Mistress also had me bend over the bed to slip my butt plug relatively easily into my butt. I say relatively easily because I am sure my rectum has become a little rusty after 15 months of almost total inactivity. Ah rusty rectum: That could be another nom de plume for this anonymous slave!

Today I was to lick Mistresses nylon covered legs and she lounged on the rubber bed ready for me to begin. Another change from the norm as I am usually instructed to worship footwear and only footwear. Now, the medical definition of leg is ... either of the two lower human limbs that extend from the top of the thigh to the foot.. so you can imagine my thoughts. Perhaps investigate a little higher above the knee!! But only until Mistress abruptly reminded me of her definition ‘…and especially the part between the knee and the ankle slave’.  Oh well, after half a dozen thwacks with Maggie's crop for burrowing under her skirt to higher places, I then concentrated on licking and kissing below the knee and nursing a cropped arse for my improper actions.  However, those same improper actions did confirm my suspicions, that Maggie was clad in latex underneath her raincoat.

It is an unusual sensation licking nylon, it does a good job of drying your tongue, but I was given plenty of time to enjoy the new sensation before Mistress whispered ‘Enough’ and had me roll on my back on the bed. My wrists were pinioned to the bed head then Mistress proceeded to retrieve some very heavy, rattly equipment from next to her Throne. With my limited vision I could tell it was the metal humbler that locks in place. Obviously that was a little 'rusty' too as the key was very tight and unable to undo the lock. ‘It’s no good, I shall have to fix it’, said Maggie, and after a few expletive descriptive comments off she went leaving me secured to the bed head. I lay there and just thought wonderful thoughts about Mistress. Maggie was much happier when she returned. 'WD40 to the rescue and the key now works’. What a relief, I could now have that heavy humbler locked on my balls. Oh deep joy!!!

I have worn this beastie several times and we have developed a successful method for deploying it; easy for both slave and Mistress. Mistress lays all the pieces out on a white towel and assembles the humbler to the front, locks it in place and then all that is required is for me to gingerly raise one leg to place one arm of the humbler against my buttock cheek and then VERY gingerly open my legs as wide as I can and ease the other bar behind my other buttock, et voila. A locked humbler is now in place against both buttock cheeks and don't try to stand upright because the grip on your balls is now truly effective and the humbler starts to do what it says on the can. 

Mistress always thinks of the welfare of her slaves and reaching over she tossed the Playrooms knee pads over, I gratefully attached them and knelt in front of her on all fours waiting for further instructions. Since my last wearing Mistress has created a leather harness that is more aesthetically pleasing and also keeps the humbler very firmly in place. A few nuts were being tightened here and there, especially those that made the pointy metal teeth start nibbling at my balls, it also felt like Maggie had managed to adjust the harness so that my cock was pointing straight down! 

Once satisfied with the humbler’s adjustments, Maggie attached a lead and off we went. She likes to keep me very close to her right thigh when I’m being walked and as always it was a pleasant experience, because when she paused to open the Playroom door I was able to snuggle against that wonderful mac and thigh. Off to the bathroom, another pause, another snuggle as Mistress took on board a glass of water and I was offered a sip too. The next thing to be offered to me was rather more disturbing: a delightfully fresh looking nettle sprig with a pre-prepared foil handle was collected from the windowsill, I did not need to use too much imagination to guess how it would be used. Back to the Playroom and time for a playful game of sting! sting! sting! Surprisingly, despite how tenderised Maggie had managed to get my balls, application of the nettle twig was actually most arousing. 

It has taken ten annual nettle seasons to reach this fantastic point in my urtica dioica training, where several gentle strokes can actually have me wanting more! What has Maggie done to my cock and balls? They are so attuned to pleasing Mistress that even the sting of the nettles brings sweet, tingly, very pleasant sensations.

Off for another walk to the bedroom now, with a few sniffs of shoes there, and I think Mistress was feeling a little sadistic at that point because with the nettles now giving me pleasure she chose to sting me with the riding crop she was carrying instead. I was subjected to 6 crop strokes, each one landing firmly on my already compromised balls, but I was happy because it obviously made Mistress happy. A few more nettle strokes then back to The Playroom for the humbler to be rotated back onto my stomach, unlocked and finally removed. That was truly a walk on the wild side and I hope pleasing for Mistress.

Before I knew it my butt plug was also being removed, to be replaced by a slightly smaller cordless model with vibrating action that Maggie switched to high and zipped back in place. Now was the time to slither into the vacbed which had been taking up a large and prominent position on the floor. Mistress was ready to apply wire electro cock loops to my cock, but a quick examination determined that it wasn’t up for standing to attention, so stick on electro pads seemed a better idea. Maggie twiddled her buttons. ‘Can you feel this circuit in your cock slave?’ Ahhh! Yes, my cock Mistress. ‘And can you feel this circuit in your balls slave?’ Ahhh!, Yes Mistress, definitely in my balls. ‘In that case we can commence’. It was then that the mac came off and revealed Maggie in her stunning latex skater skirt combination. 

One thing to remember before getting into the vacbed is that metal, buckles or sharp objects could potentially damage the latex, so off came the harness and my slave collar and I gently slid in through the side opening.

Once inside I could place my head on the wedge shaped pillow that Maggie had thoughtfully placed in the bag to add a little extra support for what may be a long stay. She explained how she would be trying out a new modified method for aroma delivery and I needed to place a face mask across my nose and make sure the mask spout was aligned with the hole in the vac bag. All went well and I relaxed as I felt Mistress attach a pipe connector to the end of the protruding mask spout and screwed on the breathplay parts she had chosen for the day. Everything was sounding good and I was breathing easily.

For a moment it seemed like I may have to forego being sealed inside the vacbed as I detected a tone of annoyance in Mistress’ voice. ‘Where is that bl***y tube?’, she said. The tube is required to seal the vacbed, and being black in a predominantly black environment was making itself very hard to detect! Fortunately Maggie did manage to win the game of hide and seek, finding the tube located down the back of the latex covered bed and I was thankfully back on route to rubber heaven.

The vacbed was sealed and we were off. The familiar drone of the pump lasted for a while with nothing appearing to happen, then as more of the air was sucked out and the rubber began tightening around me I noticed a sensation not noted on previous vacuuming sessions. In the final few seconds before complete compression, the latex starts to feel cooler and then you are in; stuck and breathing through the new equipment. Through the smoky semi transparent haze of the vac bag I could vaguely see the rhythmic fluctuation of a rebreather bag and then Mistress gave me a couple of puffs on the aroma delivery system.

It is a rare thing to be given aromas without some kind of added sensation, and true to form Mistresses sadistic streak surfaced and the electrics ramped up to just below unbearable. That's where I stayed for a good long while, unable to move any distance yet able to flex bits of body.

The relentless electrics, the vibrations up 'ol rusty’, the gentle caresses from my rubber clad Mistress gliding over my super tight bondage situation, intermingled with the occasional whiff of aroma had the inevitable effect and I exploded inside the vacbed. I didn't expect that result but obviously Mistress was somewhat pleased that her innovative modified breathing system had worked to the extent of forcing a hand free orgasm. 

By the time Mistress thought I had had enough I was truly knackered; far more drained than on any other vac'ing session and it took me a while to extricate myself. Again, care is required when clambering out. If you rush there is a chance of damaging the vac bag, so softly softly.

As this was the first attempt at the new breathing system, Mistress asked for feedback. There were only a few comments that I thought appropriate: bloody fantastic, an excellent breathing system but when Maggie asked me to secure the breathing mask at the start, I should have made sure it was high enough on the bridge of my nose to allow unfettered nasal breathing. I received the effects of the aromas but part of their appeal is the smell as it is drunk in.

Thank you to Mistress Maggie for once again trusting me to trial her new ideas and thanks for another wonderful and tiring session. 

Your faithful slave 'ol rusty rectum’.

A New Virus Variant

The 2021 heatwave continued and today was the hottest Friday 16th this year. I was very grateful that Mistress Maggie had instructed me to leave my thick latex catsuit at home and bring my lighter weight latex instead. I referred to Maggie’s calling mail as I packed my kit bag ready to attend our next session:- 

'Pack your lightweight black catsuit, matching black accessories and butt plug to bring along with you.

Your rubber nurse will make sure you are warm and wetted, provided there are no COVID related problems…'

I had to get a move on after I had parked my car, as I was a minute late due to road works. I made the time up at the expense of being a little warmer than I would have liked when I arrived. Still, the calling mail did give me something for my imagination to work with and it did display the kinder side to my Mistress. She may be a little sadistic at times but her words reassured me that she wouldn’t be upsetting her enjoyment by having her slave pass out due to heat stroke. 

As soon as I had rung the bell a gloved hand appeared in the doors’ small window accompanied with the sound of rippling fingertips, and when Mistress opened the door I was not disappointed, dressed in full transparent latex she was looking hot, but the most prominent part of her uniform were her piss pants, complete with an extended tube that draped casually over her shoulder.

Unlike last time I had remembered to wear my mask, and after a quick temperature check and hand sanitise I was able to follow Mistress’ glorious rear at a distance way too close for comfort. One pause by Mistress and I would have had my nose firmly planted between those latex lovelies, but unfortunately it didn't happen, leaving this slave still dreaming as we proceeded to The Playroom without incident. 

At this point I would normally be picking up my kit bag with instructions to go to the bathroom and prepare my uniform for the day, I certainly wasn’t expecting the curved ball that Mistress was about to deliver. ‘Latex is banned today! No catsuit, no socks, no gloves’, she said, and consequently I was sent to the bathroom to strip naked instead. When I returned I immediately attended to the obligatory worship of Maggie’s boots.

It was so long ago that I couldn’t remember the last time I caressed Maggie’s boots without my latex gloves on and I have since searched my blog for the answer. It’s impossible to be exactly sure but my photos show that I have been wearing gloves in my sessions with Maggie since early in 2012. I'm only glad Mistress had decided not to carry her crop as I worked hard on her knee high boots, because she commented that ‘You have an erection that looks like it needs some discipline.’  Well, what red blooded slave wouldn’t with a beautiful Mistress in transparent latex towering above you? but I thought it best to continue with my efforts to please, more long tongue strokes and caresses of the boots.

Nice as my cool nude situation was it didn’t last forever, and as I was led by my collar into The Clinic I realised that today’s bombshell ‘no latex’ rule only applied to The Playroom. Laid on the couch was the cream rubber body bag. This is a wonderfully confining and hot bag and I appreciated Mistresses forethought about the welfare of her slave. It would be hot enough bagged without the suit, socks and gloves.

There is an art to being bagged and when Mistress has secured the optional extension to her gynae chair you need to remember that you enter the bag at the mid point of the couch. That way you do not upset the balance of the couch and it is easier to work your feet into the body bag. As always I was reminded of the correct way. ‘Settle yourself in the middle of the couch, slave’. 

It didn't take long for my arms to be pinioned inside the internal sleeves of the bag and after a few adjustments to get my shoulders resting neatly, Maggie zipped the bag all the way up to the neck and buckled up the straps, and that was that, all bound up in thick rubber for the rest of the afternoon. It does feel delightful being so enclosed and restricted but I was really grateful that Mistress had decided on no extra latex layers. 

As I lay back warm and very happy, Mistress disappeared to the Playroom and returned with a cream hood which was so easy to wear, very comfortable and not at all restrictive, making it a good foundation for the same FM12 gasmask that I’d worn in my last session. With its feeding tube eagerly grasped between my lips I waited in hope for my long overdue rehydration and infusion of nectar.

However, Maggie had another type of infusion planned for her slave before I could be rewarded with her long, warm drink. I had a rope tightly applied to separate cock from balls, then Maggie went on to create a large sterile field around her operating area and sponged my balls with sterile swabs. Mistress used her aroma delivery system to relax me and after a few puffs gently inserted a cannula into my ball sac.

Absolutely no problems. Mistress is a real expert in cannula insertion and this time took the precaution of a little surgical tape to help keep the cannula where she wanted. The tight tourniquet round the base of my member isn't part of Mistresses sadistic pleasures, well actually it might be, but acts as a barrier to prevent the saline solution from migrating from balls to cock. When your infusion session ends you find out exactly what your cock and balls look like without the tight string, when your cock and balls metamorphose into a homogenous blob resembling a honeydew melon. Nothing like my cock and balls at all.

Although the drip was free flowing it does still take quite a while for your balls to accommodate the bag of saline, and at this time it was appropriate for me to receive the welcome refreshment I had been craving. Mistress made sure I still had the drinking tube securely wedged between my teeth and made yet another trip to the bathroom returning with another tumbler of cool water which she consumed in a most erotic manner in front of my gas mask lenses. It is a wonderful sight because I was at last able to get the full beauty of my Mistress, unmasked and sipping her nectar producing liquid.

Inside my by now quite watery prison I had to smile. I could see Mistress straining to create that flow for which her bladder is so renowned. ‘Come on slave, give my bladder some words of encouragement!’. I was expecting a veritable waterfall or even another tsunami, but try as she might it took Maggie quite a while before she produced a drink and I heard that groan of satisfaction that I have grown to love. The long tube that was gracefully dangling over her shoulder when she had let me into her Chambers was now attached to my drinking tube and its flow tap turned on. After a few big gulps of her nectar Maggie must have sensed my mischievous side rearing up. ‘Don't you dare think of blowing slave’, I was warned.

In the past I had been known to do a quick blow down the tube, inflating Maggie's piss pants and causing much amusement and consternation in equal quantities. Oh, probably better behave myself this time I thought, though I did seriously think about it when the well ran dry, but instead I sucked harder and harder trying to seal Mistresses private parts inside the pants and also to encourage maybe a few more pearls of her nectar. 

One thing I found out afterwards is in really hot weather it becomes increasingly difficult to produce a good flow of urine, which might explain why there was just half a bag of Mistress’ refreshing liquids for me to consume. In the cooler future months I am sure that I will find myself being overwhelmed by her pee again, but not today.

A few more whiffs of aroma and Maggie in her role of virologist announced she was now proceeding with my COVID treatment. I already had my jabs so I was unsure what further treatment was necessary, but when Maggie got her needles out I assumed I would be having more jabs, in fact it turned out that I needed a LOT more jabs. My balls were fully saline inflated and all I could feel were quite a few very light pricks as Maggie announced, 'that's another pin in'. Whether I was floating in my normal euphoric state, or the aromas were particularly effective, or I just wanted to please my Mistress, or a combination of all three, but all I could feel were the delightful little pricks and an ever increasing bigger prick!

Every now and then Maggie would change sides, to make sure she had exactly the right angle for another pin. This movement required Maggie to traverse around my feet and the first time the latex pee pipe got hooked around my upturned toes. I had visions of it stretching, snapping tight and belting Mistress across her very private parts, there was no way I could allow that to happen to Mistress so I developed the technique of flexing my feet every time she passed that area. One very welcome side effect of this flexing was the intake of cool air I received around my cock and balls every time I twiddled my feet, a bit like a pair of bellows. Once again I thought it really thoughtful for Mistress to say ‘No latex!’. Always her slaves welfare in mind.

Though I remained strapped down and clueless as to what was going on in my nether regions, Maggie seemed to be getting more excited with every prick of my ball sac, and once satisfied her needlework was complete out came the liquid latex. I received a full narrative on how the painting was proceeding as she set to work with a small brush, applying latex paint to every last inch of my exposed inflated balls. To speed up the drying time Maggie used The Playroom hairdryer, I’m not sure she had fully read the cooking instructions because for a moment I thought my balls were being grilled! As soon as I yelped and mentioned that they were getting rather warm, Maggie immediately dropped the heat level down to medium and no further cooking sensations.

A second coat was applied and dried, Maggie laughed and said she had isolated my COVID problem. She was obviously very pleased with her virology work and wanted to share her satisfaction, the electric couch was set in motion to raise her patient into a half comfortable seating position so I could view my current COVID status. When I actually saw the COVID model she had created I was truly amazed at the skill and artistry exhibited by my wonderful Mistress.

In fact Maggie was so pleased with her slave that she announced that today I was allowed an orgasm. I felt as happy as a guinea pig as Maggie left the room to retrieve her Hitachi wand, moments later I had a lubed up cock sleeve around my cock and being wildly vibrated. It only took about 30 seconds to reach my ecstatically happier moment; my COVID ridden balls exploded and I was forced to cum. I say forced but all the needlework and fondling of cock and balls had also been rather exciting. It was a good job that release came when it did, because once the restraint round the base of my cock was released, the whole cock and balls disappeared into the homogenous bloblike state I mentioned earlier, and I doubt even the Hitachi could find anything to excite down there. 

Mistress Maggie was right to mandate no latex work suit etc, because even just in the latex bondage sack I sweated profusely. In fact when I dismounted (from the middle of the couch of course) I could actually hear the waterfall that cascaded down onto the Clinic floor as what seemed like gallons of sweat escaped. Mistress has excelled herself once again and turned the past 15 months of COVID misery into something wonderful and worth waiting for. Thank you Maggie

Where to Today Mistress?

After the myriad of questions rolling around before our last session, there was only one question of interest today. In what direction would Mistress Maggie want my training to go in todays training? I must admit to feeling on much more familiar territory. We were back to our Friday slot as was most often the case before the Covid crisis, and I felt so relaxed after our first session for 15 months that the question which really interested me was, where to today? On many previous occasions Maggie has given a hint, sometimes a big hint in her confirmatory mail as to what she had planned for the upcoming session; not today. The only sniff was that I needed to pack my red catsuit, my red accessories and arrive in my mask. 

Today, I arrived within seconds of the 2:30 arrival time and I felt so much better for the punctuality, but as Mistress opened the door I let out an expletive that I had forgotten to wear my mask. After a quick scramble, it was on with the Covid mask, and no further access alllowed until I’d had my quick temperature check and sanitized my hands and... what a fantastic sight. Mistress was in her black catsuit with red trim and she looked every inch the dominant and very beautiful person she is. That fantastic vision threw me and I had forgotten to take off my shoes (a house rule at the door). Quickly de-shoeing I followed Mistress up the stairs to the Playroom but regretted that I couldn't get close enough to marvel at those wonderful hips and latex clad bottom.

Without ado I was sent off to the bathroom to return in black socks and gloves! Black? No mention of that in the calling letter! - I really must restudy the Chambers rule book, in particular:

Rule 9 - Mistress may change her mind at any time

Rule 13 - Mistress expects her slaves to read minds at all times.

Fortunately I do carry a pair of black gloves in my perv bag and Mistress passed me a pair of black socks that she retrieved from one of the Playroom drawers, so all was not lost.

I returned suitably clad and spent a good few moments caressing and worshipping the black patent thigh boots that adorned Mistress’ legs. I was really tempted to worship above the rim of those boots and let my tongue wander over her tightly covered thighs but… my training kicked back in and of course I limited my worship to the boots. I was also instructed  ‘The boots don't like being wet’. So after I had kissed I was instructed to follow with a blow dry!

We talc'd the red catsuit and I must say it fitted easily, comfortably and a superb fit, certainly better than I remember, and there I was a red rubber plaything again. Mistress directed me towards a small stool and told me to sit down. Even with my arms tightly roped behind my back it was a very comfortable position. So much so that when Maggie secured her final rope knot around my waist and announced ‘You are not going anywhere without the stool’, I mischievously made to stand. I had no intention of completing the action but Mistress issued a stern rebuke telling me. ‘Don’t even think about it!’

I watched at a distance as Maggie cut a 6" strip from a roll of wide surgical tape before moving in close to press it against my mouth. I knew this was reference to my last visit, when I had been mistakenly breathing through my mouth (see last blog). From the drawer next to her Throne, Mistress retrieved the red rebreather hood. It has 6 small breathing holes that were to become my sole contact with the outside world for a while. I was sealed inside my latex and now my rebreather hood. Life was once more looking good. I sat for a while breathing regularly and smiling quite a lot beneath the tape gag as I felt Mistress gently sit on my knee. 2021 had just got so much better and there was more to come as Mistress gently pulled down each nipple zip and started to gently stroke each nipple in turn. I might have guessed that there was something a little more sinister going on. A wonderful tingly sensation soon told me that both nipples were being caressed by nettles. The sensation was exquisite as Mistress continued to pamper them with her seasonal touches, then gently closing the zips she left both nipples 'glowing' .

Two things about being sealed into the red re-breather hood. The first is that after breathing out the rebreather part deflates quite rapidly, meaning the next intake of air is almost pure clean Playroom air. The second is a bi-product of this rapid deflation. With all the hot, moist air being generated internally, occasionally the collapsing hood will completely seal itself shut. The first time this happened it  induced a little concern until I realised that a quick shake of the head resulted in the cowl freeing itself and the air flowing once again. I also shouldn't really mention this but that same moisture has a tendency to release the adhesion on the tape gag, and by the end of the rebreathing it was almost ineffective. However, I knew the purpose of the gag was to encourage breathing through my nose, and not wishing to disappoint Mistress I kept it up and didn't once attempt to breathe through the mouth.

After that Mistress was keen to introduce me to a rather large anal electrode, and she placed it on the table alongside my butt plug so I could take solace from a size comparison. Okay, their comparable mass was about the same, but no real consolation as while my own plug is flexible and tapered to allow a gradual insertion, the electrode was a no messing hard cock shape. I duly assumed the position across the horse; bending over and thinking of England and waited for Maggie to attempt to insert it. The first attempt was a little uncomfortable despite the masses of lube, so holding a bottle under my nose I was ordered to take a long sniff of the relaxing aromas to help with proceedings. The electrode was now attempting a second entry and I was just starting to feel the discomfort of an impossibly stretched rectum when ...whoosh!!! It was in and oh what a relief. It felt marvellous. I was so proud that I had managed to do what Mistress hoped as I stood there waggling the tails of the electrode that were dangling from my bottom.

I now understood why Mistress wanted the black socks and gloves as she started to totally cover my upper torso in black pallet wrap. The roll of wrap was really misbehaving; tearing or unwinding unevenly with every wrap. I felt overwhelming sympathy for Mistress as she struggled to cover me top to toe. It was warm despite the Playroom fan wafting its cooling influence over the two of us. I was relatively ok because I only had to stand there, first the body, then each outstretched arm, then chest and shoulders making my top half like the New Zealand rugby team - all black! I was eased back against the plank and the rest of my body engulfed in black. My predicament was being reflected back via the Playroom mirror and I must say it looked quite fetching.

Not quite finished, Mistress produced a gas mask, the one with the twin filters and internal drinking tube which I eagerly accepted into my mouth. The straps were pulled tight to ensure an open faced latex mask could neatly be pulled over my head. Her slave was now TOTALLY isolated from anything on the outside, in a perfect Covid bubble as far as protection was concerned, but as Mistress bound my forearms in a leather corset I realised that one small part of me was exposed to the atmosphere. Yes, my cock and balls were liberated from the plastic wrap and were soon to be subjected to my Mistresses electrifying ways.

I could feel cool rings being slipped onto my cock and a throbbing electric pulse quickly followed, then even more throbbing was activated deep in my anus as the electrode was finally brought to life.

Inside my black cocoon I was becoming increasingly hotter and moist. Maggie seemed intent on simply leaving her slave to stew, except for raising the output on the electric box whenever she walked by. She brought the aromas pump into the room and added a little extra indulgence to my playtime by swapping it with one of my mask filters.

As Mistress pumped in a couple of aroma puffs I thought what a fortunate plaything I was. With all the electric surging around cock and bum coupled with an occasional puff, my shrink wrapped body was getting increasingly warmer and with no idea when it would end. I just hoped that Maggie was deriving as much pleasure as I was.

Maggie couldn't help teasing her slave by placing the aroma pump bulb between those beautiful breasts then taunting me to self administer, moving just close enough for my pinioned hands to reach her chest she asked. ‘Which bulb would you like to squeeze slave?’ What a dilemma. I so wanted to stroke those glorious globes and so succumbed. The pump would have to wait, as I may not be given the opportunity to caress Mistresses bosom again. The feeling is fantastic, even wearing the latex gloves and planked, they are magnificent.

To add a little more intrigue, Mistress blindfolded me and reduced me to listening to constant white noise through earphones. Oh how I would have loved to see my Mistress resplendent in her tight latex but I would have to wait for such a privilege, because for now Mistress was entertaining her slave with her silence and building electric stimulation.

When I am reaching the edge of tolerance, the first thing to go is that my breathing gets a little raged. Mistress recognised this as a sign that I may have had as much as I could take given the heat of the day, and asked if I needed to come out. She did have a couple more items on the menu but these would wait for another day.  

Unfortunately for me one of them was to drink up the jug of fresh nectar that Maggie had prepared using the FM12’s drinking straw. The second was only a tentative threat to tighten my plastic cocoon with heat from her hairdryer, but Mistress has done it before and I’m pretty sure would do it again in the future!!

Once I was removed from the board my head was freed. I felt so much better drinking in the cool air being circulated by the fan, but the moment had gone and the session came to a gentle end with me having a good few minutes to relax before being extracted from my very warm and very wet shrink-wrap and latex coverings.

I look forward to similar encasement later in the year when the weather is cooler and Mistress can remain cool as she applies the wrap, but that decision will rest with Maggie to allow or ignore… As I said, I felt for Mistress Maggie labouring away in the heat of a hot July afternoon to entomb her slave, maybe she will have her revenge next time I’m cocooned, by deploying her hairdryer ? A tight situation and something for this slave to look forward to with a little trepidation.

Although half way through 2021. in the words (almost) of one of my favourite bands -

Got a feeling '21 is going to be a good year

Especially if you and me see it through together...

Thank you Mistress . You really do produce exceptional experiences for this slave.

Note to self: When Mistress asks for red or black catsuit always bring a contrasting pair of red/black socks and gloves!

I wonder...?

I wonder if after 15 months in the wilderness that I will still be able to serve Mistress Maggie as well as I did on that last occasion?

I wonder if I will be able to accommodate my trusty butt plug? Does that hole shrink through inactivity?

I wonder if Mistress will still want to play with this ageing slave after 15 months separation?

I wonder if I will still fit into my brand new latex suit after 15 months?

I wonder... , I wonder...?

Those were just some of the thoughts racing through my mind when I received that magical mail, indicating that my Mistress felt sufficiently safe after the Covid crisis to tentatively reopen the Chambers and instructing me to attend at the normal time, but this time for once on a Monday. No hesitation whatsoever. Yes please! Oh well, all these questions were still swirling around as I took that old familiar walk from the car park to the front door of the Chambers. I was nervous; not the same as the first approach when I didn't know what to expect, but nervous as to whether I would still be able to live up to my Mistresses exciting and exhausting requirements. It was alarmingly evident I was so out of practice with the whole routine when I rang the door bell a whole 2 minutes early! Fortunately, and probably in due deference to both our rustiness, Maggie didn't scold or punish me. I will be dead on time next time.

Any doubts on my behalf vanished like the morning mists as Mistress opened the door and invited me in. Just a glimpse of the black glove beckoning me into her lair. Things were naturally a little different: Mistress was wearing a black face mask that naturally complemented her tight latex covered curves. A quick temperature check and a good dollop of sanitiser and all was good for following those much missed delicious cheeks up the stairs to the Playroom. I still felt nervous. What would Mistresses reaction be to getting too close to her latex clad cheeks? I didn't dare find out so followed obediently behind. 

Some of the 'I wonders...' had already started to evaporate. The urge to serve Maggie was, if anything, much stronger, and I knew that I was really happy to be back in service. An order was issued from Mistresses lips, whereby I was sent to the bathroom to return in latex socks and gloves and the routines started to return. When I was allowed to re-enter I was granted the privilege of some extended boot worship, and if anything Mistresses legs were even more appealing, drawing me back to whole hearted adoration. A tingly feeling passed through me, that feeling of knowing exactly where I belong. 

Another of the 'I wonders' was resolved as Mistress helped me into my new thick rubber catsuit. It needed a good talc'ing but fitted well, although Maggie suggested we should chlorinate the beastie to help me glide in place more gracefully. Still, the important thing is that I fitted into it and next time I will pay more attention to pulling up the legs and arms, as it was I was so eager to get rubberised for my Mistress that I maybe wasn't as fastidious as I should have been. OK - next time I will do better.

As soon as I was safely fitted and dusted down, Mistress asked me to sit at her feet on the floor by the bed. This time her legs were put to a far more sinister and I must say enjoyable use. Her beautiful thighs were wrapped round my neck to hold me safely in place as a familiar rustling sound made me believe my head may very soon be trapped inside plastic. I am out of practice with this simple act of submission and had to beg for air several time as Mistress sealed me inside the bag with her thighs and smothered me. I will try to be better next time Mistress!

As I sat recovering my breath Mistress stood in front of her slave and methodically fixed her glass dildo into her waist harness and I must say it did seem larger than I remembered. Mistress then fitted me with a gas mask and with her aromas hose tightly screwed to it I was laid across the Playroom horse. No need for any restraints today, Mistress knows that I have reached a stage in my training where I will behave as she wishes and time to see if the glass dildo still fits.

Maggie administered a few pumps of the aromas and copious quantities of lube and gently, ever so gently penetrated her slave. Thank you Mistress for that gentle approach and because of that and the occasional pump of relaxant aromas I easily and painlessly accepted the glass invader. I do believe that all of its length was nuzzled home. Oh boy, how totally enjoyable it was to be taken by my owner and have another 'I wonder…’ dispelled from my doubtful mind. I had little or no time to dwell on that before my own red butt plug was pushed into my hole; a place that had been vacant for fifteen months. Hmmm, it did prompt a comment from Mistress that she thought she had seen a larger one on the internet...!!!

I was relaxing back into my total adoration of and devotion to my Mistress and followed eagerly as we moved into The Clinic. Wrists first, Maggie strapped me to the couch as tightly as she had ever done and I felt thoroughly relaxed as Maggie outlined her plans to insert nasal tubes in my nostrils. Over the 15 months in the wilderness, I had browsed a lot of sites and read a lot of twitter feeds and in a quiet moment favoured a couple of articles/pictures, one of which was a man wearing a latex hood with attached latex breathing tubes deep into his throat, another concerned simple nasal tubes. I had forgotten these favoured items but subconsciously had a deep desire to experiment. Well, Mistress had obviously been keeping a friendly eye on my activity and decided to help her slave fulfil yet another of my secret desires. 

‘Head back slave’. Mistress instructed, and a thin rubber tube was inserted into my left nostril and gently pushed further and further in until the end was visible down the back of my throat. The dangling end was retrieved by Mistress using a lighted tongue depressor to view my throat and a hooked instrument to retrieve the end. This was a strange sensation. It tickled the back of the throat yet felt naturally unnatural, but I was determined to accept the tube and with little fuss the two ends of the tube were clicked together and I had a continuous ring in the nose and out the mouth. I had dreamed of this and of course Mistress likes to make slaves dreams come true as she confidently conducted the same procedure on my other nostril.

Another new experience was the cannula nasal pump developed by her husband to facilitate aroma delivery whilst keeping the mouth free from gas mask encumbrance. The cannula was nestled in my nostrils and secured around my head. From where I was lying I could feel but could not see what was going on around my nose and was somewhat confused as to where the aromas would be delivered. When Maggie pumped the bulb and said ‘breathe’, I expected the aroma at the end of the nasal tubes deep in my throat. I clearly hadn’t thought this through and must admit to being somewhat stupid by taking the breaths through my mouth! When used correctly it behaves just like the ones in hospital, delivering a constant supply of air to the nostrils until my nurses' hand pump was used, each pump added aromas to the air I was breathing and a little heavier inhalation had me floating away instantly.

We talked afterwards about my confusion and alternative ways of using the cannula in future; could it be possible to seal it into the nose holes of a latex hood for instance, possibly using wide bore tubing? That idea was parked and once Mistress had shut me up by deploying a pump up tube gag I began to get the benefits of the pumped aromas again. My mouth remained accessible, albeit through the gag tube and I started to accept that the new nasal cannula pump did allow additional freedom for my Mistress. I probably shouldn't say this but it would be possible to consume fluids and aromas simultaneously. I told you I shouldn't have mentioned that!

Another new adventure that Mistress wanted to experiment with were her new set of Van Buren sounds (also announced recently on Twitter). Luckily she chose to try one out while she had this guinea pig on her table, deciding prudently to start with the smallest of the sounds. There is a pronounced bend that gets closer to the source of pleasure but it is a little more difficult to tease the cold steel down my cock. As always, Maggie was as gentle as gentle could be, never exerting any pressure and just letting gravity and nature take its course. It appeared to settle in two stages, for a while it was happy just being half way in, but our patience prevailed and suddenly the long curved sound eased its way all the way in until only the flat end of a very long pole was peeking out of my cock.

You can also see that Mistress deployed her new latex operating shroud, borne as the fruit of yet another lockdown project.

Mistress explained that it was then her intention to attach three cock rings and inflate my foreskin with saline. However, after a syringeful of saline had been injected, Maggie decided that the full operation needed more forethought and could be better performed at a later session, and that for now I could have a gentle dose of electrics. A wide steel conductive ring was fitted at the base of my cock and wired up to Maggie’s electric box, a second wire was attached to the Van Buren to create a nicely pulsating circuit. Maggie was playing cautiously due to our long break between sessions and set the electrics on a gentle sensation.

Once again I probably shouldn't have said to my Mistress that I could probably take a few more notches on the estim dial! - Yow! Eeks! Wow! - I must be a masochist at heart!

I will finish now by saying how my opening thoughts 'I wonder...' have morphed by the end of another fantastic session into -

Wonderful.

Wonderful experience.

Wonderful that Mistress pegged her slave.

Wonderful that my butt plug went home so easily

Wonderful that Mistress seemed to enjoy our first session back after Covid

Wonderful that I have the best Mistress/owner that any slave could wish for 

Wonderful that we were able to wind down with a chat and coffee

Wonderful... Simply a wonderful experience.

Thank you Mistress. It is really good to be back serving you.

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