High Flying

‘Your rubber Mistress will have you floating away with a dancing queen who will lure you into inescapable positions that will take more than your breath away.’

My calling mail from Mistress tends to suggest that my session would be conducted in the main Playroom, where Mistress Maggie will ensure I am subjected to a lot of rubber, and that I will probably end up in severe bondage with quite a modicum of breath play; practice is needed in this discipline because of my poor performance in the last session. However, a lot was still left to my imagination and had me looking forward to another exciting session.

Enough hypothesis, despite the covid restrictions being eased, I had completed a RLFT in the morning and wore my mask in preparation for arriving at the Chambers. One extra thing I chose to carry was a nice bottle of red wine for Maggie following a comical Tweet where she had stated:

‘You have to be careful with wine and rubbery legs you know, sometimes they can be a dangerous combination.’

I love dangerous combinations with Maggie so …

Maggie and I had time for a little talk about future directions, and once we had agreed a path that was favourable to us both it was time for a spot of boot worship. Mistress was wearing the long black thigh length PVC boots, and the throne where she sat awaiting her worship had been moved across the Playroom, to a temporary location next to the bed. It doesn't take long for me to be totally immersed in my servitude to my fantastic owner and long slow licks and kisses were being delivered once again by my eager tongue, accentuated by some encouragement from Maggie as she took my head between her hands then with instructions to ‘Keep your tongue out slave’, she physically moved my head up and down the boot. That suited me well as it was then out of my control where my head went! 

Actually, with the worship finished my head went straight into a shiny latex hood, quickly followed by my heavy latex body suit, and although I didn’t know it right now, it would end up in far more adventurous situations later…

The recent pandemic lockdowns have done nothing for my asshole except perhaps made it shrink and Mistress is still on a mission to restore it to its pre-covid state. Now I am back to regular sessions with Maggie the butt plug is getting easier and easier to insert and in it went with virtually no pressure required. I am pleased with the progress in stretching my anus and Mistress is doing a fine job of gradually opening up the orifice again.

Now that I was nicely fully rubbered it was time for a little relaxation by way of some rubber dancing. A gas mask and aroma hose were added to my uniform and I suspect that Mistress had been busy with her de-mister, because the vision through the lenses was as clear as day. I could see Maggie as she retrieved her short bushy whip, and could see and hear as she used her i-phone to select some music. A few lungful's of magical aromas and we were off; Maggie swinging her whip, me swinging my dangling hose and both swinging our hips to the beats and rhythms of Gary Numan. I must say I dance like the old fart that I am, dad dancing, but it allowed me to hold my goddess momentarily as we moved round the centre of the room almost in time with the music, (Maggie was, I wasn't). The close dance did somewhat restrict Maggie's back swing but she managed a steady tattoo of suede on rubber which I found most pleasurable.

I’m not sure if I’d been made to dance in order to keep my waistline trim, if so it hadn’t worked because Maggie’s next trick was to squeeze me into a heavy leather bondage corset. When I am having the waist cincher fitted I have found it is sensible to grasp the overhead gantry with both arms. This allows for a taught torso, a tighter fit, and of course your arms do not get in the way as Maggie pulls hard to tighten and secure each of the three straps in turn.

I could now see why the throne had been placed at the far side of the Playroom; to make moving it into a position under the overhead gantry simpler, and as the scene developed it was quite obvious that my freedom would be a long time coming. Mistress secured me to the chair with black ropes and adjusted the wall mirror so that I had a clear and uninterrupted view of the demanding predicament she was fixing her willing slave into. The gas mask came off and a large dildo gag strapped on instead. Now from what I have read on the internet, there is only one use of a dildo in this orientation... 

Well, any use of the dildo certainly wasn't going to be easy as Maggie then retrieved and fixed my head in her stocks and chained the stocks to the overhead gantry. After some initial pressure on my Adams apple we agreed that the best position would be to attach my leather mitted gloves much higher up the securing chains and et voila, perfect. The upper arms took the weight of the stocks, the chains took the weight of my arms and I think I could have stayed in that position for a considerable time, certainly long enough for Maggie to get her enjoyment from her gagged and captivate victim.

By the beam on her face I believe that some of that enjoyment came from attaching electrodes to my cock and balls and watching me jingle jangle in the stocks as she played with the controls, but I think most of her enjoyment and certainly the most frustrating for this slave was the lascivious way that Mistress stood directly in front of her slave, lifting her skirt to show off her wonderful bare bottom, snapping her latex g-string, moving it teasingly to one side and touching herself in the places where a dildo might go. Now that IS torture. There I was, just three feet from my Mistresses private parts, with a huge dildo ready for some form of action and my cock throbbing away to the rhythm of the electrics. My mind was starting to run wild and I was hoping against hope that the red wine may have the 'dangerous result' stated earlier. I should point out that apart from special occasions Mistress doesn't consume alcohol or aromas during sessions, as she prefers to be 100% compos mentis when playing with her charges. 

Mistress did slide closer and ask in that very sensual tone that only Maggie can achieve what my intentions were for using the dildo gag. I mean, how suggestive is that and I did fleetingly have an image in my imagination of Mistress climbing up to straddle the stocks and deeply sink the dildo... stupid, impractical and impossible idea but these strange thoughts do materialise when I am being severely teased and tormented by my very beautiful and mischievous owner.

My lustful imaginings were quashed when Mistress removed the dildo gag from my drooling mouth and released me from the throne. Naturally, as any good slave should, I offered to put the heavy stocks away, and picking them up I was directed to carry them to a corner inside the cell where there was space to store them. Yes I fell for it. As I was carefully leaning the stocks up, Maggie whipped the cell door shut and locked it. I don't think it was planned but an impromptu bit of fun on Mistresses part. At least she knew I wouldn’t be able to get up to mischief as she tidied other items away and liberated the heavy suspension harness from its storage box.

More slave duties were required as I helped attach the heavyweight D suspension unit to the ceiling ring and stood with carabiners in hand ready to be fitted into the suspension harness. For the second time in a day I was having thick leather straps secured nice and tight round my body, with a little play in the actual suspension straps. As an aside, taking a little time to adjust the straps through your crotch is a good idea, as trapping a bit of ball sac can be all too easy and a difficult problem for Mistress to detect until sorely too late. Without knowing what Maggie’s intentions may be I was still really glad I was able to help with the assembly of the heavy harness, also without the adjustments I know I would have been whimpering after a few moments hanging and that would ruin Maggie's fun, as her sadistic pleasures are usually dished out in a more deviously calculated form.

Hoist yourself up on tip toes so Maggie can attach the carabiners to the overhead and then raise one leg in turn so Mistress can attach the stirrups. That was the easiest suspension that we have achieved. The harness did its job, the stirrups did their job and I just lay back in a very comfortable position, but I wasn’t allowed to fall asleep just yet, not until I was in a gas mask and puffing on a 3 litre rebreather bag. After some initial observation from Maggie she chose to leave the air tap open and I could take long slow deep breaths, and after a short while I had fully mastered the art of regular rebreathing and I believe I could have remained like that for a long while. 

I was swinging happily gazing through the clear lenses at my beautiful Mistress, thinking the occasional naughty thoughts. The thing about crystal clear lenses is that you see everything that is approaching, in this case it was the pair of bug-eyed lens covers and they didn’t stop approaching until they were covering my eyes. I haven't worn them for a while but they are still just as effective at eliminating all light. And so it came to pass that I was now left swinging in total darkness for what seemed like ages, with no sense of time and absolutely no idea of Mistress’s next playful approach. It crept up very silently but I knew when it happened as I was jolted back from my blissful ignorance with a sharp slap on cock and balls, followed by a playful tug on my freshly slapped cock just to get a steady swinging momentum, then nothing except passing time… 

Then another slap, then a crack then a pull... This sequence of events continued, all the while accompanied by the heavy rubber breathing and groaning as the chains adjusted to the swing. By then I didn't know if I was coming or going so... I ejaculated!!! It seemed like the only possible outcome with all the stimulation throughout the session.

I am pleased to say that all my training is having a distinct positive effect on my ability to be Maggie's slave. I can tolerate and even enjoy the teasing and torment Mistress Maggie puts me through. We can now very easily get me comfortable in the swinging harness and I think I am better able to cope with the rebreather situation. What I still struggle with is stopping me from cumming, but I suspect that is exactly where my Mistress wants to keep her slave. That way she dictates when or if I am allowed to relieve myself and I have no control. Exactly as it should be.

Silver for Mistress

I knew today's session would be primarily based in The Clinic, just as I know that my next training session will be primarily in The Playroom. How do I know that? Well, I did not learn it from the calling mail - 

You will be required to assist your rubber nurse with her jubilee celebrations… 

Although the brief email did suggest that the session would be with rubber nurse who generally operates in her Clinic, the information actually came from the beautiful lips of Mistress Maggie in our previous session, when accompanied by a peel of her delightful laughter, she teased me by asking if I had worked it out? ‘It’ being the location of the session. There was a little hesitation before I was presented with the answer, that Maggie alternates our sessions between Playroom and Clinic, hence I 'knew’.

Enough of what I 'knew' and more about what happened today. It was cold out, but after the covid preliminaries Mistress soon had me upstairs in the lovely warmth of her Playroom with instructions to change into my latex shorts, socks and gloves. ‘No need to chill your bollocks off in the bathroom slave, enjoy the heat and change into your latex here’. Maggie as always thinking about the health and wellbeing of her slaves; the perfect Mistress I think. 

It did feel odd not having to knock on the door and wait for Maggie’s command to enter and worship, but I presented myself at her feet as is always expected only to be greeted with a footwear quandary. Mistress was wearing open toed sandals that had just two glossy straps. Ironically I had to think on my feet, because the small amount of strap I had to worship didn’t lend itself to the the long slow licks that have become my worshipping trademark, and would likely have me in trouble for straying from her footwear. I licked and kissed the two straps, carefully moving the tip of my tongue along the thin leather until Mistress relented and indicated I could worship her tights as well, but only as far as her knees. Up and down the pale tights; several times up and down the red seams, I was lucky to be able to taste those magnificent legs at first hand. Occasionally I managed to nuzzle the top of my now latex hooded head against her red latex skirt, but only a fleeting contact…

Mistress then took a seat on my back as I knelt on the rug with my pants pulled down, and with her gloved up hands Mistress easily inserted my lubricated red butt plug into my lubricated arsehole. ‘There, that will get you prepared for something larger’, she said ‘And there’s no point pulling those pants up because you’re coming over my knee now!’. I knew I had disappointed Mistress with some very lazy work I had presented to her recently. I wont bore you with what was slovenly but suffice is to say I deserved any chastisement that was due (I always do). On the up side Maggie was now taking off her disposable gloves to reveal a superb pair of rubber shoulder length ones. It was certainly looking like I would receive my comeuppance by being punished by rubber. Is that possible???

Ordered OTK it was time to find out, and yes, Maggie dished out a long hand spanking with her fine gloves on until she was satisfied I was contrite, and then some… she used her leather black and tan paddles to increase the heat further. When I was finally allowed off her knee my ass was almost as red as my latex hood, and I could still feel the damage a couple of days later. However, being over Mistresses knee, head down and groin resting on Maggie's rubber skirt, I think on balance, I enjoyed the punishment far more than I should have.

By now my butt plug was feeling quite at home in my warmed up ass, but Maggie was only prepared to allow it a temporary residence and had plans to have a larger model move in now. My plug was replaced with an inflatable vibrating one and naturally it was tested thoroughly before activities could progress further. Mistress pumped it up until I could feel its bulbous proportions filling me up and had run through several of its vibrating programs, then both the wires and pump were sealed inside my shorts and I was ushered through to the Clinic. I did say earlier that we were going into the Clinic and we did!.

Before I could be operated on I was given a task: to help Maggie with the extension for the couch. I’ve never been asked to fit it before so was surprised by how heavy and cumbersome it was to fix in place. I would recommend every good slave worth their considerable weight should learn to fix this extension on to save Maggie from all the heavy lifting. There are two square stanchions that slide into two square holes and you have to be careful and patient to get the alignment correct, oh, and don’t forget to push the stirrup adjusters out of the way before you start. Once lined up properly a quick nudge will have the extension nicely secured. Maggie then made the couch look very enticing by draping a cream latex sheet over it, and I needed no encouragement to mount it and become her lab rat again.

Maggie intended to try a little 'experimental' breath play using a rebreather bag combined with a previously untried resuscitator pump. Both were attached to the double ported GP5 I was wearing and an aroma pump was incorporated for additional stimulation. The idea was to pump air into me when the rebreather bag took its toll. However, the vintage resuscitator didn’t seem to want to play and Mistress soon realised that it was letting air in as well as out, which tended to negate the effect of the rebreather. Not at all the desired result, although I was quite happy receiving a whiff of aromas and a plentiful supply of nice rubbery flavoured air from the bellows side while the experiment lasted. Mistress believes she knows how to fix the problem and will be having me back for more resuscitating bellows experiments. I do hope so, because with the bellows put back in their box I was now having my breath controlled with the trusty rebreather bag, the reservoir of usable air lessening with every breath and I was gasping for air far too soon for Mistresses liking. 

My breathing was not the only thing that wasn’t up to scratch in the Clinic today, if Maggie thought my breathing was poor then my cock was a pittance, as she was about to find out!!  She was insistent that I wouldn’t be leaving the couch during the next part of the operation and that a catheterised slave would prevent any unplanned potty stops. I agreed immediately because the last thing I wanted was to cause Mistress any interruptions. The problem was that my cock had gone completely to sleep or was trying to hide, resulting in it reducing to the size of a small chipolata. This does make it incredibly difficult to insert the catheter and, in fact, on the first attempt the tube just coiled inside the foreskin and of course that was a pretty useless location. 

I have said on many occasions that my Mistress is resourceful and persisted in finding that little tip of the urethra. I got a familiar thrill as I felt the first inch or so find its mark and then it just slipped in ever so easily. Maggie really is an expert. The final act was to pump in 30ml of saline to inflate the bulb, I was happily sealed and could pee without any disruption to the proceedings.

Maggie had planned to perform a celebratory operation to acknowledge her 25 years as a Professional Dominatrix (The following Monday, 10th January), and now was the time to explain what was about to happen. She was about to create a 25 across a suitable canvas; my stomach. I of course agreed, not that agreement is necessary as I will do anything she wants, but she may appreciate her slave’s approval all the same.

Mistress had already prepared a suitable stencil to help her position her needlepoint and had marked these with a pen across the appropriate parts of my rather rotund stomach. Thinking back I am rather pleased about my large girth as it allowed Maggie far more room for her artistic flare. I hadn’t been rigidly restrained so far, which made sense as Maggie needed a pretty large uncluttered canvas to complete her needlework, not that straps are necessary as Maggie’s command is enough to keep me where she wants me, and I lay completely still to allow her easy access to her pin locations. It also meant that every so often, I was able to hold Maggie's hand to confirm that everything was fine. I liked those little sensual touches. I also rather appreciated the frequent stroking of my capriciously rising cock. It’s strange that by sticking a few (or in this case not so few) pins in my belly I get somewhat aroused!

The green, pink and yellow needles were applied systematically and carefully, following the stencil outline until Mistress was satisfied with the art work. I of course couldn't see the results but when I saw the pictures... Wow! Mistress is a real artist with her needle work. I am, however, pleased that Maggie only applied one candle per digit rather than 25 as you might do on a birthday cake. A little puff of the aromas, a gentle stroke of hand and cock and I was in heaven. I hadn't squealed, winced or moaned once and I think Maggie was almost pleased with her slave as I did get a ‘Well done slave’ as she lit her two celebratory candles.

However, the lack of squealing was soon a thing of the past, as mischievous Maggie decided that a little bit of electrical relief would be beneficial for her slave and it would be a pity not to make use of all those sharp little electrodes that had recently been applied. I can't remember having had a similar electrical circuit so didn't quite know what to expect.

Spectacular art work for 25th anniversary

Well, with the minute contact area provided by her two chosen needles, even at a low power setting the electric sensations were intense, verging on unbearable, and all the squealing and grunting that had been suppressed earlier came out all at once and I have to admit to begging for mercy. Thank you Mistress, your 25th jubilee celebrations truly were a scream!!!

The pins came out far quicker than when they were inserted and as a treat from Mistress Maggie for my good behaviour I was allowed to finish off this exceptional experience by worshipping that wonderful tights fitted bottom, and she jumped up onto the couch to allow me to commence. Licking was not the way, because every time I licked the tights resisted, but I certainly received a feast for the eyes and could cover it in my carefully placed kisses.

I started this blog by indicating the next session will be Playroom based. Mistress knows how to play with her slave and there is every possibility that she will throw a curved ball and return to the Clinic. I think I will return to just going with the flow and accepting what happens wherever it happens. Its a lot simpler for a simple slave.

Christmas Stuffed and Wrapped

🎄🎄🎄

This was my last training session prior to the Christmas break and I thought about giving the blog a Christmas theme:  

Tis the season to be Jolly

Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)

Stuff the slave with great big dildo

Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)

Then fix the slave with lots of poly

Fa la la la la ...

Then I realised the session was far too intense and enjoyable to trivialise with Vogon Christmas carols, so I shall just share my experiences as they happened -

Down down deeper and down

Book appointment  👍

Confirmation mail from Mistress 👍 

 

A.M. do Rapid Lateral Flow Test 👍

Hour before ring Mistress to confirm 👍

Arrive exactly on time wearing mask 👍

Temperature taken by Maggie 👍

Provide proof of negative covid test 👍

Follow that glorious latex derrière to Playroom 👍

and let the real enjoyment begin.

The calling letter from Mistress Maggie gave a lot more scope for my imagination to work on -

‘Your rubber Mistress has been spawning ideas for an experience that will have you swimming into the festive season, in double layers my plaything will be suitably decorated and going with the flow’.

Although I couldn't glean what exactly might happen, there was sufficient reverie to tickle and excite my active imagination. Maggie had greeted me in her shiny gold catsuit which shimmered invitingly throughout the preliminaries, and once I was stripped down to nothing but my rubber socks and gloves I was soon worshipping her knee high black boots with some encouragement from her riding crop. Not that I needed any encouragement and not that Mistress used the crop in anger, more a giddy up and get on with it slave. It was a little different from my normal place of worship in so much that Maggie was casually poised on a tall stool, but my position was as appropriate as always: kneeling at her feet in worship, ready to lick, kiss and generally enjoy the experience. I know not to stray above the boots with my worship but it didn't stop my nose being assailed with the most glorious scent of latex and Mistress.


Mistress then employed me to do some furniture shifting.‘Bring the padded bench into the room please slave. Park it alongside the bed, and take this stool out while you’re there', she said. I knew Mistress wouldn’t be having me shift furniture without some ulterior motive, and true to form I soon found myself draped over the bed with arms outstretched, chained by my wrists to the bed posts and having an aromas soaked towel held over my nose. I few deep breaths had me feeling relaxed, ready for what can only be described as a penetrating experience. Mistress donned her strap-on and loaded it with her large gold dildo, then lubing me up she slowly mounted her slave.

After a good few minutes riding me, Maggie decided she had had enough but my asshole hadn't, so taking off the dildo she sat on the bed and proceeded to make sure it went in deeper and deeper. Once satisfied (and so was I 😁) that her largest electro butt plug would go in easily, the monster was installed snugly in my asshole and tested to ensure it was working ok.

It didn't take long to have me zipped safe and sound inside my Invincible catsuit, with the bum electro leads fed through one of the zippers. It was then that I understood where the next part of the session was heading. Maggie was going to shrink wrap her slave to the Plank and the legs were being screwed onto it ready to get started. Out came the pre-prepared plastic cape, made to make the shoulder wrapping easier and ensure the neck isn’t wrapped too tight, (I have repeatedly eulogised about how thorough and thoughtful Maggie is in her preparation and the comfort of her slaves) it was draped round my shoulders and the cling film wrap commenced.

Mistress had devised a better way of plank wrapping her slave, I was to stand there like a maypole while Maggie circled round me again and again, winding me up with her roll of film until I was thoroughly covered in layers of see through plastic between neck and thighs. The film was then smoothed down before laying me on the plank for the final lower wrap. We agreed that by leaving my legs free it would be easier for me to straddle the plank and shuffle backward or forwards into the best position, Maggie would then be able to clingfilm my legs together.

That worked superbly well, my legs were temporarily roped to the overhead gantry and et voila, it was easy to wrap the legs. Mistress asked me if I needed any cushions and put one under my head and another under my calves. Things then started to get somewhat immobile as Maggie proceeded to wrap me to the plank. I must say I like that experience because I can just make out Maggie's superb breasts as she leans over to pass the roll round her slave. Some good that did apart from urging my cock to become more active.

Maggie wanted her slave totally plasticised. By using her inflatable plastic hood she could achieve that and use its mouth tube to incorporate some restricted breathing, but she also wanted me to experience the joys of more aromas: a plan that created a bit of a quandary. In my experience Maggie has never been a lady who’s foxed by a challenge, so I wasn’t at all surprised when a few moments later she leapt up with a eureka solution. First I was fitted into the latex anaesthetic hood then, with a tight squeeze, the transparent plastic one was forced over the top, and before I knew it my head was puffed up like a balloon. After that my vision became somewhat hazy and even moreso when Mistress said. ‘Let’s find out if these hoods work shall we? Take a deep breath out slave…’ The aroma cloth was held over my mouth tube ‘… and take a deep breath in!... Heaven - I was able to breathe through my nose to get the full effect and Mistress caressed my head with her latex gloves as I floated away into a marvellous place.

By now I was no more than a rigid plaything, a mummy for Mistress to do with as she pleased and that involved freeing a space in the wrapping where my cock was already trying to make its escape. Snip, snip went the scissors and my cock and balls pulled through to the outside. However, their freedom was only short lived because Mistress had assembled some special devices designed to inflict electric current on the groin area. My cock was locked in an electric chastity cage and an electro scrotal bag  stretched over the top to encapsulate my balls. So three electric circuits were used, one to cock, one to balls and one up my bum, giving Mistress the chance to use her new electric control box and the thrill of sending her stimulating electric pulses flowing in all directions.

Over time those electro levels were being gradually raised, each time I got used to a new sensation a little bit more was added. Maggie made sure her plaything knew its survival lay in her hands by occasionally cutting off my air supply with her rubbered finger, at other times she would feed me with life-giving water or send her sweet breaths down my airway tube. 

The ambience in the room then changed: a disco light was positioned so that the effects were visible through the plastic inflatable hood and the main lighting turned off. That was a strange sensation. Gazing at all the blues, yellows and greens swirling above me was such a different ambience and as I quietly lay there I thought of nothing but Mistress Maggie. Was it brain washing, a psychedelic experience or just a vision of the heaven that Maggie had brought me to? Whatever, I momentarily returned to the Christmas theme of Peace On Earth.

With the scene set and her work done Maggie took up a reclining position on the bed and put her feet up on the object she’d created. I do enjoy being her footstool and loved every minute, however, the joy didn’t last forever. The electric levels were raised reasonable high by now, and running her latex hands over my torso to check my temperature Maggie decided to increase the heat. Hello hairdryer!  - it’s heat was used all over me, making my wrapping shrink just a little bit more before concentrating on my chastity cage and playing with my self control. I didn't last long and as Maggie expected I ended up apologising again! Mistress Maggie knows her slave very well, there was no way I could stop my cock from exploding! I really don’t mind, because Maggie can do and does do whatever she wishes with this slave.

This was the best possible Christmas present and thank you Mistress for giving your slave a VERY Merry Christmas. I really look forward to 2022 and as I said, the session was too wonderful to descend into Vogon.

Sometimes Truth Hurts

Although I have promised to always tell Mistress Maggie everything that is of concern or interest to her, today’s session did cast a fleeting doubt about telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, but despite the consequences I will continue with my current policy of full disclosure and the fleeting doubts have vanished. It all started when Mistress said the following in my calling letter on Thursday afternoon -

‘New information that I did not know of has come to light in a blog and your rubber Mistress is ready to take appropriate action.’ 

I had 24 hours to decipher this possibly very exciting message. I read and re-read several of the most recent blogs I have published and couldn't latch on to anything that would upset my Mistress, so it must be exciting for me!

Hmmm! Not exciting at all! - but more about that later. Mistress was covered head to toe in tight black latex when she greeted me, finished with a long ankle skimming skirt. I presented the confirmatory letter about a negative RLFT, had my temperature taken and passed her Covid test, by now the only thing making my temperature rise was the sight of Mistress in her stunning black latex. Mistress suggested I may like to raise the hem of her skirt to assist her mounting the staircase to the Playroom without catching her heels. No second bidding was required and I did manage to raise it a little higher than was absolutely necessary and I did get a peek of those fabulous legs.

The Playroom was warmish but we agreed that the heater might be better turned up a notch and I left Maggie warming up as I adjourned to the bathroom to return in my latex socks and gloves. It was at that point when my hopes and aspirations arising from my unidentified blog comment were put to bed. I was reminded that I wrote… Because my rubber layers were relatively flexible I was able to surreptitiously slide my hands to the front when Mistress wasn't looking,... Maggie had taken umbrage at my remark, that I had dared to attempt to play with myself in her presence and preferred to broadcast it to the world rather than seek her permission.

‘It seems to have escaped your mind that you are my slave', she rebuked. 'I decide what you do with your hands when you’re in my company and your cock and balls are mine to play with!’. I was ordered into the centre of the room and told to stand with hands out, one on top of the other whilst she turned round to retrieve a leather tawse and placed its tip at the centre of my upturned hand.

I looked in horror as she raised her arm and without any hanging back delivered the hardest, stingiest crack across my upmost hand. That really was an eye-watering blow and I must have flinched as I saw the first downward swing, because not only did it strike my palm, it caught my thumb as well. After that I thought it better to close my eyes, I certainly howled after the strokes were delivered but avoided any further flinching! Three to each hand, each one accompanied by a promise I truly meant, that I would never masturbate or attempt to wank in Mistresses presence again unless instructed otherwise. I shall continue to tell the truth because I have promised that to Maggie.

With my fully justified admonishment with the Lochgelly tawse completed normal service was resumed. There was still boot worship for me to do and while still on my hands and knees Maggie quickly moved on to my back hole insertions. A butt plug, not my own but an electrical one, was installed and held in place with a stout rubber harness, so I knew my anus was in for some fun. However, the toy was not producing the results that Mistress wanted and I ended up being stuffed with a deeply embedded pair of Kegel balls instead. Ramped up to a level 60 power setting on Maggie’s electro console they were soon performing perfectly to her (and my) satisfaction. 

By now my Invincible catsuit had reached a nice temperature and once Maggie had me sealed inside her Studio Gum system mask, her chosen hood for the day, she helped me slide into my suit. For the first time the five zipper configuration came into its own, Maggie was able to feed the electro leads through the first two zip pulls, leaving the remainder available for accessing cock and balls should Mistress want to. A very nice arrangement if I say so myself. 

Next it was into The Clinic where a thick straitjacket bodysuit was spread out waiting for me. I have been captured in this bodybag so many times, yet it still feels so good, especially being in two thick rubber layers with my own catsuit being underneath. The straitjacket styled arms fastened my arms to my collar and were forced into a bent elbow position with tight leather straps, a rubber gag was pushed into my mouth and clipped into place on the system mask, and electric pulses were racing round inside my arse. I felt really great as Maggie began taking total charge of her slave, all I could do or even want to do was to be in this position to provide Mistress with her rubber plaything slave. 

Then came the most rigid bondage I have yet to experience. The tightest being the leather strap across my eyes. Maggie tightened this to the extent that any attempted movement on my part only resulted in an ache across my eye sockets. Welcoming Maggie's attention to strictness I sensed that each of the straps securing me to The Couch was tightened and further tightened until I was just a dummy. The lights were dimmed, the door quietly closed and I was left all alone. I could breath, and I could think and for the next 20 minutes or so I did just that and thought constantly about my Mistress, her black beauty, her latex covered features with her tan coloured ponytail resting gracefully over her shoulder… 

Every so often I could just detect the feint swish as the door opened and Mistress quietly entered my silent, restricted world to check on her charge, tighten the odd strap and occasionally, if I was really fortunate, make the gentlest of caresses somewhere on my eager body before abandoning me in the dark again. Maggie latterly brought my mind into sharp focus as, during one silent encroachment I felt the zipper around my groin being slowly opened, on another she tied something delicate around my cock and balls, each visit working up to some stricter work on my exposed body parts and application of her cold steel ballstretcher.

Although I am a partly trained slave I am also a red blooded male human, and all this intermittent silent attention from my owner had the inevitable effect of a premature explosion. Whether it was the total immobility, the thought that I was absolutely under the control of a very beautiful dominatrix, the simple stimulation of attaching the ball stretching weight or just the fact that I perhaps should have relieved myself after the previous session or... Well I know I disappointed Mistress but I did experience the most explosive orgasm that left my balls empty and my cock shrinking back to a minuscule little knob.

So much so, that with a laugh Maggie said, ‘That is now useless and I'm not even going to try putting a sound in there, let alone decorate it with the steel rings I’d envisaged for it.’ I felt somewhat ashamed that I hadn't been able to control my feelings. I was still tightly strapped in place and perhaps this was the only way that I could show appreciation for my Mistress?  However, my balls were not going to get away scot-free. Oh no, they were still being stretched, the gap between the ball rings was being continuously increased, while the device itself was firmly attached to the goalposts at the bottom of the couch.

Mistress was determined to give her slave more wonderful experiences, and after removing the tight straps across my head the gasmask part of the system mask was zipped into place, thereon I would be using the bellows for my air supply. The bellows didn't work quite as well as the previous session, possibly because I was knackered by now and couldn't concentrate on making a good air seal, Maggie also investigated the set up and being able to easily get two fingers inside at the neckline declared it ’un-airtight’. No problem, we just reverted to the tried and tested anaesthetic mask.

That was excellent with the bellows doing their rhythmic in, out, in, out and a good dose of aromas helping to partly rejuvenate this rather pathetic example of a slave who had disappointed his Mistress by cumming too early. Despite the slight improvement in the twitching groin area, my arms were starting to ache from their rigid bondage and Maggie realised that the session had come to its natural conclusion. Off came the strapping and straight jacket and I was allowed some respite as I lay there thoroughly satiated.

In another of her mischievous moments and with that wonderful glint in her eyes, Maggie said she wasn't going to waste the extra time available due to my incompetence and announced that she wanted a go on the bellows and asked me to video her enjoyment. That was a highly charged end to the session and I was delighted to see Mistresses eyes gently close as she enjoyed her synchronised breathing and bellows experience. However, I have earned more punishments at some time in the future as Mistress has subsequently needed to write to me to tell me about another of my failures.

‘ I wasn’t too happy with the video slave, as I’d asked you if my ponytail was okay and you said yes, yet the video shows that it was not okay, not even in the ponytail socket and held on my head by a couple of strands of hair. Definitely more punishment required.’

I did think Mistress Maggie looked stunning enjoying her bellows experience and to me at the time, her appearance was absolutely perfect. I clearly got that wrong and expect the punishment. I still have a long way to go before I am trained in Maggie's image of an acceptable slave, but will continue to work hard towards becoming an adept rubber covered one, and yes I will continue to be honest with my owner, no matter what the consequences.

Beautiful Autumn Colours

I knew that Mistress Maggie may be taking me out for a walk, because her calling email arrived at the start of the week, asking if I could attend an hour earlier. 

‘Slave, you may need to attend earlier than usual this Friday if you are able, so we can take advantage of the daylight, having some fun taking outdoor photos in latex with Autumnal setting…’

What a question. Of course I replied in the affirmative, but I would have been ready to start there and then! This was the Monday preceding our Friday appointment giving me a whole four extra days to get excited, I even managed to do some private latex wearing, although it is never as good as being with Mistress. 

What a beautiful location for worshipping a beautiful woman.
That is the upturned bucket hat Maggie is sitting on.
Lucky bucket!

I have very fond memories of our earlier excursion to the woods and wondered if it would be the same venue as our previous outing. Last time it was spring and the woodland was in pristine green, whereas this week was well into autumn. When I arrived at the Chambers, Mistress soon revealed the mystery of her secret venue, and yes we would be returning to the same woodland. Yippee! The new Covid formalities that have become the norm were quickly completed. Yes I had remembered my mask. Yes I had completed a negative RLFT that morning. Yes I passed Maggie's temperature test and finally gave my hands a good sanitise. I was a little early, about three minutes, but Mistress was superbly dressed in her all black latex ensemble and ready to welcome me in.

We would be going to the woods in my vehicle so I had parked close to the chambers to ensure that Mistress didn't have too far to walk. It was only fair because of all the hard work and planning she invests in her slaves, on this occasion she had drawn a story board which quickly educated me on the three main shots she wished to capture, and we spent a few moments going over her plans: slave to concentrate on his deportment, maintain a proud and upright stature, not to get too close...  and the remainder just flowed in and around me as I was drawn repeatedly back to how ravishing my Mistress was with the heat of the latex radiating from her absolutely stunning outfit.

Mistress then helped me to get dressed for our little trip. In my last session we had learned that by being more careful donning my latex catsuit I should be able to achieve a perfect fit, spending a little more time pulling it up properly and easing the crotch area into my crotch did the trick and I was already halfway to being a decent looking rubber chauffeur for Maggie. Did I detect a little linger by Maggie as she polished off the few smears of talc? Perhaps. For once, latex socks were not allowed, as it is not at all easy to get into my Hunter boots wearing those. Speaking of which, Mistress taped over the boot logo so as not to detract from the overall appearance, and after checking her supply bucket had all the props we needed in it we donned our coats and we were off.

A quick rubber glove over the hose soon had me gasping and
begging for air as Maggie teased me with some outdoor breath play!

The short drive to our location was uneventful, unlike the final short walk to the glade which did have its moments. I had put my wellies on when we alighted from the car whereas Mistress kept her trainers on; a very sensible precaution as her thigh boots could have ended up in a right sludgy mess. As we walked, me carrying the bucket and tripod and Maggie carrying the camera, our chosen path went through what can only be described as a quagmire. My boots were fine but as Maggie made her way gingerly across, her foot sunk into the mud and as she extricated it, off came the trainer! I quickly grabbed the camera as somehow Maggie managed to hop out of the quagmire and lean over to fish out the errant shoe. Luckily that was the end of the problems and a few yards further on we arrived at the perfect location.

In hindsight that little bog effectively ruled out any casual walkers, which meant we didn't see a soul throughout the shoot. It was a really marvellous location. The floor was carpeted with a dappled covering of leaves with all the autumnal colours, while not all of the leaves had fallen yet leaving some added interest in the trees. One thing noticeable from our previous outing here was the traffic noise. With the trees heavily covered in leaves all external sound was deadened on our last visit, whereas today the noise from the nearby fast road was certainly audible. 

Under Maggie’s expert direction I was soon walking on a lead, devoting myself to her thigh length boots and being starved of air in a breath control scene, the three outlined scenarios had been covered and Maggie was happy with her photos and videos. Looking at the pictures I think that if I am fortunate enough to be considered a suitable model again, I will suggest to Mistress an open faced mask under the gas mask, so we don't have to see any of this useless slaves rather large neckline.

Breathe deeply slave

Unfortunately it was time to leave, everything was tidied away back into the handy bucket, and we donned our coats which I had hung on a convenient branch. Making our way back to my car, this time being very cautious when traversing the bog, we did see a couple of people on another path, but after a cheery hello no one took any notice. Not that I would blame them if they did, after all Maggie looked a vision in her pale padded coat, all snug in her pulled up fur lined hood, with her latex hood framed perfectly inside it: she looked absolutely wonderful.

A quick coffee was eagerly consumed back at the Chambers before Mistress announced, ‘Upstairs slave. I have unfinished business.’ Mistress said that she had not been to the toilet all afternoon and she wasn't going to waste an opportunity, now was the time and she would be feeding her toilet slave. I was allowed a little more latex now and had to put on my rubber socks, Mistress then fitted me with a latex face mask with eye holes and a nice wide mouth hole, before being ordered under the toilet box to wait for my desserts. 

That’s one quite amusing situation to find yourself in! With a little craning of the neck I can just peep over the rim of the toilet, I’m sure Mistress must get a hugely amusing view just seeing the top of a latex head straining to see out of the toilet. I digress. I could just catch a glimpse of Mistress pouring some aromas onto a waiting towel then placing the aroma soaked portion over my nose whilst leaving the remainder trailing out of the pan and over the seat. Maggie closed the toilet lid and there I lay, very comfortable in the latex neck ruff and breathing in the heady aromas scent. I don't know what it is about aromas but I was getting more relaxed yet more excited about what was about to be delivered with every intake of breath.

Drink deeply slave!

Left in semi darkness, gently breathing, getting more aroused and contemplating what a marvellous afternoon I had already experienced, I heard the almost silent swish of a zip and hoped that was Mistress preparing to deliver a very welcome drink. The aromas had really worked and I was ready and eager for a thirst quenching drink, or for that matter, ready and willing for anything that could possibly please Mistress.

As it happened I didn't have long to wait until I was able to admire the beautiful view as darkness descended and Maggie took a seat above me. Mistress has a remarkable ability of regulating her flow so that it doesn't overwhelm her subject, what isn't predictable is the precise angle the nectar will be delivered. There the slave has to look and make lightening fast adjustments if he is to catch as much as he can, I am quite adept at this but not yet perfect, and occasionally I get a good dollop that seeps inside my hood and settles at the back of my head. I mention this because Mistress got quite a moist surprise when it came to removing my hood later, and I think it is my slave duty to make it my policy to warn her in future.

Remaining in my catsuit it was now time for some confining latex bondage. Maggie was searching through the huge selection of hoods that she keeps in her hood drawer, eventually finding the one she was looking for; an unusual looking hood with perforated eyes and rather a lot of tubes, two of which were inserted up my nose. She then worked hard to get me encased in her new latex bondage sack. I had seen this previously when Maggie took delivery of it before the Covid outbreak, it was designed to be neck entry, no zips and capable of being used as a vac sac. We both agreed at the time that there was no way I could get into the neck opening no matter how stretchy, and neither would her other mature rubberists. During lockdown Maggie had taken time to put a back zip in it, even with the zip fully opened it was a tight squeeze to get me in, but with a lot of pushing and pulling the zipper could finally be pulled right to the top and there I stood precariously balancing inside the tight bag. Maggie had me hop backwards towards the cage door, where a leather strap tethering me to the bars soon resolved any problems of slave instability.

Stand to attention slave, and don't play with yourself!

Because my rubber layers were relatively flexible I was able to surreptitiously slide my hands to the front when Mistress wasn't looking, but it was no good, my suit fits so well and is so snug that all I could achieve was an unproductive rub of my cock through the thick latex. I am not sure if Mistress knew I was trying to pleasure myself. Well, she will now!

Nothing else I could do after that except accept my double rubbered situation and watch through the perforations as Maggie relaxed on the bed. She is an absolutely mesmerising sight and I was quite happy just getting the occasional glimpse. However, tranquillity was soon shattered when Mistress, perhaps inspired by my alien appearance, had a desire for some entertainment and insisted that I recite Vogon poetry to her. That request totally flummoxed me and Mistress Maggie has posted on her Twitter feed some of the worst poetry you could ever imagine, courtesy of yours truly!

I was embarrassed at my complete inability to create any form of poetry, but thinking back that is probably the purpose of Vogon poetry? I even managed a Vogon song. On the positive side, the singing and poetry were SO bad that it made Mistress laugh - that was worth ALL the embarrassing poetry a captive slave could babble.

However, when I arrived home, the creative and poetic juices were still flowing without the delicious distractions of my beautiful Mistress doing her best to get her slave tied up in knots, and I came up with the following Vogon ditty -

Mistress has a faithful slave 

Its name is last-hole jo

And every where that Maggie goes

Her slave is sure to follow, close behind

I had a fabulous trip out into the wilderness; a fantastic, long and refreshing drink and time in a tight latex body bag. All in all another wonderful experience and what a day for fireworks!