My Darker Heaven

Just for the record, I want to thank my Mistress Maggie for developing my kinky side and honing my ability to serve her over the last 12 years. My anniversary of laying the foundation for my new pervy life was actually yesterday, 28th September 2011, but I prefer Friday sessions and have done since day one, so albeit a day late, thank you Mistress and long may my development and your enjoyment continue. Over those 12 years and 221 previous sessions I have learnt to expect the unexpected. Mistress always delivers in that respect and today was no different. 

Here’s what the calling mail indicated -

‘Your rubber Mistress will be ensuring that the water will flow wherever you go and you’ll be seeing things from a different angle if you can see at all… ‘

And when Mistress answered the door in response to my quick ring wearing an ‘outdoor’ outfit I was left totally confused about the calling mail. As always Maggie looked immaculate, her see through smoky latex blouse was sufficiently sensual to highly arouse this slaves libido, yet it was dressy and equally subtle enough to be worn on a trip out. In addition Maggie was wearing a figure skimming skirt that took me nearly all session to realise was made from printed latex that she’d obtained from Cathouse Clothing, a simple belt held her waist nipped in and a shiny cravat complimented her striking look. I thought I might be going out for a coffee with my stunningly attractive friend, and I told her that.

I assumed Mistress was going to catheterise me as happened on our visit to Chorley (water will flow wherever…), perhaps wearing my catsuit under vanilla clothing, or perhaps a ride on the Big One (seeing from a different angle) as per our visit to the Pleasure Beach, or simply go for a walk with me and my blacked out glasses that I had worn on a previous adventure. It turns out I got the whole scenario wrong again as I gradually found out as I was invited to follow that marvellous skirted bottom up the stairs to the Playroom.

In a minimal uniform of latex gloves and socks I was put to cleaning Maggie's dolly shoes. With little material to lavish my licks and kisses on Mistress instructed me to put a lot of effort into cleaning and polishing the chain embellishments on the shoes, making sure I paid attention to each link and encouraged by some gentle riding crop swishes. When Mistress advised ‘enough’ I sat back in my kneeling position to wait my next command, one that came in a rather painful manner as Mistress reached out and grabbed both nipples and pulled me two steps closer. I must say I did appreciate this move as I love the closeness to my Mistress. 

Being so close it was easy for Mistress to stuff her used knickers in my mouth and seal them in place with some special breathable tape that she’d bought since our last attempt at this type of gag. The breathability of the tape would offer little benefit on this occasion because I had quite a mouthful, but it prevented me spitting her knickers out and it also effectively shut me up completely! Once satisfied I was suitably gagged, Mistress applied a thick black lycra hood over the top, one that I had briefly tried on a couple of sessions back. 

The hood turns everything into a sight depriving black haze. I could just make out Mistress but only her shadowy outline. The next instruction was to climb into my latex working suit that I had laid out earlier, an interesting endeavour given my lack of sight and it was by using feel alone that I managed to struggle into the legs but I was failing to find the armholes. Mistress stepped in to assist, guiding my arms into the sleeves, gliding the suit up around my shoulders and zipping me up so I was enclosed neck to toe in fabulous latex.

I stood quite still as Mistress fixed me into the stout leather harness that has generally been a precursor to a good suspension session, plus more leather goodies by way of a collar and lead, ankle cuffs and padded mittens and I believed I would soon be hoisted up. But no, not yet. Instead, my mind was gradually responding to the dose of aromas exuding from a cloth that Maggie was holding over my nostril holes.

Think again and never anticipate anything your Mistress has planned. I was led over into the corner, guided into the Cell and had what felt like a cannon ball attached to my right ankle cuff. ‘I have things to do. You can stay here for a while’, said Mistress. I couldn’t do anything else really as the Cell door was banged shut and firmly locked and I had a bloody great ball and chain attached. Maggie was only vaguely visible as she made her way out, switching the light off and closing the door as she left the Playroom.

I looked around as best as I could through the dark of the hood and gloom of the unlit Playroom, fidgeted a bit and discovering that my head would just fit through the cell bars I rested my head comfortably in my mitted hands that were resting on the horizontal bar of the door. I didn’t have the bottle to be found like that, so despite the position being as comfortable as I could make it,as soon as I heard Mistress returning I withdrew my head and stood in the original position. I shouldn’t admit to this but whilst the cat was away this mouse did play!

Taking charge of my lead Mistress led me through to the Clinic, which was a little slow going because I was still attached to the cannon ball forcing me to drag one foot. Once inside I was to carefully ease myself onto the waiting couch followed by the heavy ball on its ankle chain that Mistress plonked on the couch insisting that it should stay with me. I was informed that I was most unlikely to get a pee break so a catheter would be needed for such eventualities (…water will flow wherever you go…). I was firmly strapped down ready to have one fitted and Maggie began donning an apron.

Once again the aroma soaked cloth was held over my face and in a subdued state I could feel Mistress unzipping my catsuit around my groin and slipping her hand inside she extracted my cock and balls, I just couldn’t hold back and immediately embarrassed myself. I couldn’t of course see the results but Mistress confirmed that I had been ‘naughty’ and she would now have to interrupt her plans to clean up my orgasmic mess! Back on with the catheter and I was further embarrassed that I could not conjure up an erection of any size to allow Mistress easy access to my peehole, she had to make several attempts before the tip of the catheter found its blind target and at last it went in like a dream.

When Maggie was happy that the operation was complete my cock and catheter pipe were fed into a black rubber sheath, another very interesting experience and one that Mistress thought most appropriate and very ‘tidy’, it was then relatively easy to attach the cath bag. While my cock became adjusted to its new rubber surround my balls were to be subjected to merciless torture, a piece of rattling metal appeared on the scene in the form of a specialist ball spreader that one of her other subjects had lovingly crafted and presented to Maggie.

All I can say is that I wish he hadn’t! The machine firstly captures both balls in turn and then by turning a screw the balls were separated and separated and… and any more would have seen me de-balled. Maggie expanded the vicious device almost to its maximum until I was really feeling the stretch. Well at least feeling the pain probably meant that both balls were still attached, just. This was definitely the sadistic side of Mistress as all protestations were ignored and ‘just one more turn’. To quote Mistress, ‘Slaves have hard lives don’t they’!

Time for us to walk back to the Playroom. Well, more like a waddle what with my balls heading east and west, but at least the cannon ball was no longer attached as I’d had visions of Mistress hanging it on one of my outstretched balls. Now that would have been a taxing situation as I would have had to clutch the ball between my useless mitted paws whilst being led along. I told you Maggie has a wonderfully soft side too.

Back at base I had my hood and gag replaced with a simple latex hood topped off with an FM-12 gas mask. An interesting feature of this mask is it has two connectors for hoses, one either side, and Maggie later attached two aroma pump hoses, a black one and a white one, quite a contrast really. Before that, remember I was still wearing the leather harness, this was now put to its intended use and I ended up swinging freely with the leather mitts securely strapped out of the way and my tortured balls on full display. Full blasts from both aroma hoses mellowed my senses which was just as well as Maggie’s sadistic side emerged once more with a few more ‘tweaks’ of that awful ball spreading machine. To add more gravity to the situation Mistress hung my catheter bag from the device, so the more I peed the heavier the bag and the more pain had to be endured.

Just when I thought this slave’s life couldn’t get any more fraught, I was told I could do with some nipple practice in case Mistress chooses me as her guinea pig to experiment with the nipple stretchers that she’d recently added to her collection. To start with, nipple nipping, building up to a pair of clover clamps on a chain, I was in a haze and being fuelled with aromas to help with my endurance. I was just about able to endure these extra sensations, but eventually a combination of tired arms and reaching my aromas limit led to fatigue setting in and me having to ask Mistress for release.

Despite having to suffer the painful caresses of that dastardly ball spreader, I wouldn’t alter any of the session and Mistress appeared to have a certain amount of enjoyment, which is after all, now the sole purpose of my training. As a final comment or plea to the ingenious designer of the ball spreading device; well done on an excellent piece of equipment but next time can you pay attention to the effects of a turning screw next to delicate balls. Screw threads can be VERY sharp.

Thank you Mistress Maggie for 12 wonderful years and with hindsight, your calling mail was 100% accurate. Unexpected but accurate.

Caution: This 02:17min clip has audio.

In Memoriam; RIP QEII

Exactly one year ago Queen Elizabeth II died at the ripe old age of 96. Both Mistress Maggie and I had only ever known the queen as our monarch and we allowed a little nostalgia about this subject, and that was the end of any melancholy. The remainder of our session was nothing short of magnificent.

Mistress left no doubt as to what her session plans might include by greeting me in her piss pants, the remainder of her tasty ensemble included a red bra and hood and who wouldn’t be uplifted by such a beautiful vision, and not for the last time during this session I was really tempted to lean forward and gently kiss those wonderful orbs as I followed Mistress up to the Playroom. I am too well trained and like I have done on so many occasions, I once more resisted that almost overwhelming urge.


I had promised to demonstrate a selfie stick that might be of use to Maggie for capturing sessions. After a short demo and a thoughtful ‘we’ll see’ from Maggie we moved forward in the session.

By the time I returned from the bathroom in my red latex gloves and socks, I was ready and really eager to undertake my first duty of cleaning, licking and kissing all the way up and down both of Mistresses thigh length boots. I could almost feel the heat behind Maggie’s bulbous piss pants and I tried to surreptitiously nuzzle the top of my head in that most intimate place. I didn’t overdo this as every now and then, to accompany my ministrations, Mistress brought her crop down with a loud crack, generally to my buttock, but my cock and balls were also being used as a target if they came within range.


Next I was to be stuffed with anal beads. The Horse was brought out and I used my new found discovery of how to position myself on it, so as to make my bumhole even more accessible, by hoisting my buttocks over the end of the horse and leaning forward. (See last blog for the more open position).

My trusty red butt plug went in very easily but Mistress had mischievously placed two strings of anal beads just in my eye line. The first one was relatively small and the second not small at all. I love Mistresses sense of theatre as she toyed with both sets and chose, of course, the large string of balls for stuffing me up like a packhorse! The beads left me feeling very full and despite their size I felt no discomfort whatsoever as each of the 4 balls in turn disappeared away from the glare of the Playroom lights, leaving an amusing tail about 10cm sticking out of my bum.

Dressing in my red catsuit was a bit of a struggle and needed plenty of talc and time to get it on. We both agreed that it would be useful to have the garment chlorinated as soon as possible, but once it was tidily and tightly on my body and zipped up I felt absolutely fantastic. My tail was hidden neatly inside the suit and once I’d had a hood fitted I was head to toe in lovely red latex.

Mistress retrieved a long orange rope before easing down the crotch zip to expose my balls. With a very well-practised movement she had my cock and balls strung up sufficiently tight for me to know that it wouldn’t slip off; a quick tug on her rope proved the point, in fact any more of a tug and my cock and balls would be coming off with the rope still attached. 


This rope produced one of the best cock harnesses that I have had the privilege to be attached to. With her packhorse loaded with rubber balls and tethered on the long rope she led it towards the mysteries awaiting in her Clinic. One tug and I was urged to follow her and her beautiful derriere, but - ‘Hey, not so close slave. Follow with a bit of distance’, she instructed. I didn’t say so, but I’m guessing she just wanted more room to yank my bollocks, nevertheless I was quickly realising that a quick tug on the rope could prove most ‘interesting’. Either deliberately or accidentally and I suspect the former, Maggie instructed me to return to the Playroom to retrieve her glass of water. The rope was long enough for her to hold the reins while I completed the trip and I half expected a quick yank for me to return.

I guessed it most unlikely that once I retrieved the glass that she would tug the rope, because to do so may have me dropping the glass. On reflection I think that may well have been an option if Mistress was in her mischievous mood, but then again, she was equally mischievous to keep me on tenterhooks.

On my return the water was quickly devoured and I was told I had a little more boot cleaning to perform before we go any further, because of the talc that had floated onto them when I’d donned my catsuit. The dust was soon dealt with and I was invited to sit on the couch and recline into a most comfortable position for my re-hydration.


Sitting unrestrained and very happy I was ready to receive the first of two infusions of Mistresses piss, but I had to wait a few more seconds as Maggie asked if I preferred to suck on an open tube or a tube with a mouthpiece. I requested the mouthpiece because it fits comfortably in the mouth giving you something to grip onto so as to avoid the tube popping out in mid flow, it also allows for a very satisfactory suck for the piss delivery. Anyway, I was finally allowed to drink the fresh warm contents from Mistresses pants and it was delightful. It shows how far my training has progressed, because my rehydration preference is now ALWAYS for Maggie’s pee rather than water or other liquid offerings. Contrary to the well known metaphorical phrase, Mistress has a horse that she can lead to water and guarantee that it will drink! I remember going to Blackpool Pleasure Beach and Maggie producing a bottle of pee for me to consume… sorry I digress.


I eagerly consumed every last drop and then a second helping was dispensed from a drink carton that Maggie brought in from another room. Maggie announced that the contents were yesterday’s pee and that I was to consume that as well. I did via the same delivery route and was able to finish the small amount left in the carton at the end of the session. Well I did mention that quenching thirst was now primarily a nectar drinking pleasure. It also demonstrates how thoughtful my owner can be.

After having thoroughly quenched my thirst Maggie decided to help me lose some of the fluids via my sweat glands and I was strapped into her inflatable straitjacket.

Pumped up and strapped down to the couch I was to model a very tight ball gag. By now, Mistress knows many of my little ‘secret’ tricks for making a slaves life a little easier and tightened the gag straps so I couldn’t ease it out of my mouth with my tongue. It was incredibly effective at staying in and keeping me quiet but it didn’t prevent Mistress planting three of the most delightful kisses fairly and squarely on the ball of the gag. With that incentive I think I would have happily worn the gag for as long as Maggie wanted me to. (Another of those comments I might ‘benefit’ from in future sessions.)


Finally I was relieved of the orange rope tether from around my cock and balls, and to tell the truth I was a little disappointed to feel the tight embrace gradually loosened, but not for long as Mistress had a plan. She coaxed my balls into a series of tight rubber bands, five I think and a couple more for good measure round the base of my cock. That was only the start of Mistresses pleasure, she also had plans to shock my abdominal region with a simple urethral electrode linked to a chunky electroplay loop around my penis. That was interesting, and normally Maggie would allow me some intoxicating aromas via the aroma pump hose, but not today. Strangely I felt happy without the infusion of aromas. I suppose, once again, it is as a result of the excellent training I have received as I just long for whatever Maggie decides that she wants to do with her slave.


The final act of our session involved two almost identical GP5 gas masks. I say almost identical as one was definitely much smaller than the other. I know Mistress likes to occasionally join in with breath play games and after 221 sessions I have learned one or two of my Mistresses preferences. The couch straps were undone now but I was still confined in the pumped up straitjacket, Maggie told me to shuffle over to one side so she could sit next to me. The masks were joined with a couple of hoses and a 5lt rebreather bag attached to the central connector. 

The gas masks went on, me first and then Maggie, we were then breathing the same air through the rebreather. Mistress did manage 10 minutes in the joint breathing before opting to ease herself out. It was probably my training that allowed me to rebreathe with little adverse effects, I have experienced so many rebreathing sessions with Maggie’s guidance over the years that have obviously paid off and I could have carried on quite a while longer. In any event it was wonderful to be that close to Mistress and for her to allow me to share her air. Perhaps a tap on my side of the arrangement may allow Mistress to take proportionally more air than her slave? 


And then, the session had reached its natural conclusion. Well almost. As we were getting out of our hot sticky clothes I was able to help Mistress out of her latex and the sight that presented me almost made me forget my training. Maggie was leaning forward in all her natural glory. There in front of me were a perfect pair of bottom cheeks. I plucked up courage to mention the vision and she appeared to agree for me to actually kiss each cheek. I wasn’t 100% sure of the instruction so I restrained my urge and gently stroked each globe in turn. 


Any regrets? Only Carpe Diem and all that, but my training has been thorough and I try not to overstep the mark unless I am certain that Mistress Maggie has actually sanctioned my move.


Thank you Mistress for another excellent experience and your training has been thorough and effective but there is still more mileage to travel before you consider me your ‘acceptable’ slave. 

Warning: This 01:36min breathplay clip has audio

Disappointed

For the avoidance of any ambiguity with the title of this blog, I can honestly say I have NEVER been disappointed with any of the sessions that Mistress Maggie has so kindly allowed me to experience. In fact, I would go so far as to say that every one of my sessions has been pure enjoyment, possibly with the exception of the odd painful episode, electrocutions, mangina, cbnt etc, but those are exactly what I signed up for and I really wouldn’t have it any other way.

So why disappointment for the title? Well I know today that I failed to perform to the highest levels that I have achieved in the past, and I learned in the session debrief that parts of the session that Mistress Maggie would reliably find very satisfying ended up being disappointing for her. That in turn has led to my disappointment in failing to reach the previous attainment levels.

I will return to this later in the blog but for now I will start with the calling email - 

‘…  Pack your kit bag with black t-shirt and shorts, socks and gloves, plus your butt plug just in case!

Your rubber Mistress will be giving you a lesson in how size matters before wrapping up with a theme that will almost feel like a party.’

It was unusual for Mistress to instruct me to bring shorts and tee-shirt and now my brain was in a fuddle as the mail was so nebulous that we could be enjoying anything and everything, so I arrived with my imagination running riot.

I was greeted by my Mistress in her tight black latex body suit, leopard print latex gloves, with those beautiful legs adorned with a pair of glossy latex stockings and low heeled black knee boots that produced an amazing squeak each time she moved. (That squeak proved most useful in echo locating my Mistress as she moved around behind me.) I have already described the mesmeric effect that glorious derriere has on me, and once again I followed Mistress to the Playroom as closely as I dare, intrigued by the future enjoyment.

Boot worship was divine as usual and Mistress outlined that the session would be in three parts, the first involved me dressed in tee-shirt and shorts with an exquisite latex hood. The horse was manoeuvred out of its resting place and I was handed the anaesthesia mask with the aromas delivery hose attached and told to mount the horse and prepare to have my holes opened. As an aside, I was able to get into a much more open position by moving along the bench lifting my legs off the floor and using that width of the horse to spread my butt. It also had the advantage of my head being off the other end of the horse and allowing easy aroma delivery.

It is an old adage that the size of what will fit in your mouth will fit up your bum and Maggie wasted no time in testing out the theory, sticking the first of three dildos into my mouth. Well that seemed to work as Mistress inserted it into her harness and after suitable lubrication slowly wriggled it into my other end. I think she whispered something about needing to exercise my anus before it healed itself up. Well, that first mounting with a generous helping of long thrusts certainly blew away a few cobwebs. The second larger dildo received a similar introduction to mouth then rear, and by this time I was thoroughly enjoying being f***ed by my owner and having the freedom to self-administer the aromas.

Now her third dildo was huge, or at least it appeared huge as Mistress used my mouth once again to check the girth of the flag pole that was about to go up my bottom. It did go in my mouth, but had it been food I’d still be trying to swallow it! Similarly, it was a tight fit up my bum despite me just having another reasonably big monster up there, Maggie wasn’t too concerned, she put it aside and moved onto the final plug; the electro-dildo!

Needless to say, this plug was administered by hand and was not tested for size in my mouth. A conductive pad was place adjacent to my scrotum and the sensations achieved when the power was turned on was… stimulating to the extent that I had to alert Maggie that much more of this treat would result in a sudden, uncontrolled explosion. At which point Maggie abruptly stopped, leaving me a little frustrated but relieved to have averted premature ejaculation.

Time for part 2 of three of this wonderful experience; breathplay. I was really relieved because it had been a while since Mistress had seen fit to really take my breath away and the lack of practice showed. First of all I was to be squeezed into the tightest of tight latex sacks. This sack started life with only a neck opening and when we first looked at it many months ago, we both said in unison that a great lump like me would never fit in the neck opening. Since then Mistress has given it a full length rear zip. Now that was a fantastic modification. Arms by sides, step in, legs together and Maggie slowly zipped me inside which leaves the wearer looking like a skittle, totally encased from neck downwards in slinky tight black latex rubber and totally helpless. You do need to be careful because it is difficult to maintain balance while so tightly encased.

My lack of balance didn’t last long, as Maggie placed the playroom chair immediately behind me and helped me to lower myself into a comfortable sitting position where two long lengths of hemp finished the job by tying her plaything to the chair. Mistress stood back to appreciate her bondage work before advancing towards me and smothering me with her breasts. Underneath her warm boobs I had to contort my face to allow sufficient air to get round those superb and nearly airtight breasts that had been dextrously applied across my mouth and nose. Being so close to Mistress and being almost unable to breathe was like being in heaven. Smothering by breasts has definitely hit the spot when it comes to getting back into breath play.

Alas, the next part of the breath play was where I really flunked out and disappointed Mistress. I'm a bit of a glutton when it comes to aromas and Mistress had spent some time modifying a plastic bag to allow a cannula pipe through, so I would be able to enjoy aromas along with some suffocation. The cannula was rested under my nostrils and secured in place with two pieces of tape. All was set; aromas were being delivered via the cannula pump as they should be and Maggie sealed my head inside the plastic. All OK so far. But I think I was expecting at least an adequate air supply as I had overlooked the fact that Maggie would be using her plastic bag for asphyxiation, not restricted breathing.

Unlike my first ever session with Maggie, where I was strung up for my first serious bagging experience and had managed to suck up all the available air, much of the plastic and could not wait for another go at breathlessness, I panicked this time and in no time at all I was begging for air.

Of course Mistress granted my request, but I knew that Mistress was disappointed with my total lack of commitment to this, one of her more enjoyable phases of my training. The post session inquest suggested that I'd let Maggie down and that I really had under performed in today's breathplay stakes. I must apologise to my Mistress for this disappointment and I think I need a lot more practice to return my performance to acceptable levels.

After the all too brief a spell of breath play Mistress moved on to the final third of her planned activities, and I am fortunate that she doesn’t hold a grudge because a slave performs badly. I think I even detected a little smile as I jiggled with the nettles and received in return a good dose of hot wax. First of all I was to strip off all my latex and assist with laying out the maroon PVC sheet below the overhead. 

I was still standing in my birthday suit when Maggie began wrapping me in shrink wrap, I held the end of the roll to give Maggie a good start in covering my upper torso. A good tight wrap that soon had me enveloped from crotch to neck with anything above that line now covered by a latex hood. Bearing in mind I could not move my arms at all, it was a little cumbersome getting onto the PVC sheet. I could sag onto the side of the bed and managed to lay down in a most ungainly fashion, but of course I was facing the wrong direction. More excellent planning by Maggie as it was a relatively easy task to use the PVC sheet to slide me through 180 degrees so that my legs could be raised above the bed to a pair of waiting ankle stirrups, that in turn were attached to the overhead gantry, exactly where Maggie wanted me for her forthcoming amusement.

A few good hefty pulls by Mistress had me suspended by my ankles with only my neck and shoulders resting on the floor. I still had no idea where this part of the adventure was taking us; Maggie of course knew exactly where she wanted her slave as she quickly and efficiently wrapped the lower part of my torso. It was actually quite comfortable but I couldn’t move my head to see what was going on in the rest of The Playroom.

However I did get the sense of Mistresses movements, because each time she was preparing a surprise her boots emitted their endearing ‘squeak, squeak’. So I wasn’t surprised when Maggie appeared at the end of the raised gantry and started attaching several pieces of light rope, until there were three cords dangling in strategic positions from the overhead. What did surprise me and I must say concerned me a little were the three holes Maggie created in her perfect clingfilm wrapping; one for each nipple and one at my groin.

What concerned me even more were the two candles that were attached to the dangling cords, followed by a silver wrapped nettle. Ah, I thought I had got away with that pleasure this year. I shouldn’t mention this but I have grown accustomed to and even like the tingling of the nettles. Being the end of summer it was a mature sprig that doesn’t sting quite as much, but I began moving my hips to get a better connection with her hanging bunch of nettles. That action stopped the moment Mistress lit both ends of each candle. Each time I twitched my hips to get a better contact, the dangling candles gyrated and I was showered predominantly across my nipples, by hot wax. Not too hot to burn but hot enough to excite. I found myself in somewhat of a predicament. Do I nettle my nuts, warm my nipples or what? I believe Mistress refers to this as predicament bondage. Well I took the only option open to me. Excite my cock and balls, suffer the hot wax treatment and listen to Mistress laughing.

In the end, I gave up all control, bucked my hips, splashed my nipples and thoroughly enjoyed the various erotic sensations. This part of the session only ended when Mistress detected the smell of burning string and thought it wise to extinguish the candles. Not wishing to waste the situation Mistress straddled my face and we had another bout of far more successful breath play as I was smothered beneath her delicious bottom. ‘Oops, I’ve forgotten to do something’, she said before quickly disappearing from the room. When she returned I could hear the rustle of thick plastic above me. Maggie came back in sight and she had donned her shiny clear plastic pants and promptly mounted my face once more for a final, plastic, breathless finale.

I did notice when we were quickly tidying up at the end of another exciting session that wax had splashed all over the PVC sheet, fortunately without leaving a mark on the carpet. I also got the impression that Mistress Maggie was pleased with this final part and complemented her slave that I had lasted so long and taken so much waxing and nettling.

As I said at the start, I had another thoroughly enjoyable session but I am not happy that I had cause to disappoint my Mistress. Perhaps more practice will bring me back to previous performance levels. Sorry Mistress for disappointing you but a big thank you as I thoroughly enjoyed yet another wonderful experience. With hindsight the calling e-mail makes complete sense and was accurate as to session content. Isn't hindsight a wonderful gift?

Caution: This 1:33s bagging breathplay clip has audio.

Wired for Sound

It was 27 July when my calling mail from Mistress Maggie arrived:

'Nurse is busy checking batteries, to make sure your treatment will be electrifying!'

This time, the pre-session calling mail was accurate for the session content, and though brief it did contain clues. I could guess that today would involve a lot of e-stim, have a medical theme and be conducted predominantly in The Clinic.

For a change I was right on all three guesses. Of course, there would be far more ‘meat’ to be put on the bones of the session, after all, Mistress can and does amend details depending on where she wants to take the session, she would always prefer to stick to PlanA, but you can never rule out the PlanB! 

Mistress deserved a treat for putting up with such a useless slave, and I had called into the local supermarket to get some peach coloured roses, they were unusual in colour and a special gift for a special lady. Mistress accepted them graciously along with a sniff to check out their perfume.

In the intervening period between sessions I had been looking on the web at ladies bottoms in tight latex, purely for research I hasten to add, and as I followed Mistress Maggie up the stairs I was once again mesmerised by her tight latex covered derrière and decided on the difference between the images I had investigated and Maggie’s bottom; it was smoother than most of the images and more tightly covered than most, and in my opinion the very best bottom that I have had the privilege to investigate. Sorry, off at a bit of a tangent because of that wonderful fact, anyway Mistress wore other black latex clothing along with her tight leggings, finished off with a nurse's apron and red cross badges.

Returning to the Playroom after changing into my slave uniform, Mistress was sitting on her throne ready for my attentions. Without having to be instructed I immediately put my tongue to work on worshipping Maggie’s black knee-length boots, but when I got going, Mistress suggested I concentrate on the less clean lower parts of the boots. It was an interesting experience when I got round to the sole cleaning. The treads were like car tyre treads, very grippy and very knobbly, but I persevered until Mistress was happy. As it happens, the extra grip was essential to stop Mistress slipping on what would likely be a very wet floor once I’d removed my sweat laden suits!

A shiny latex hood with mouth zip was applied, then kneeling on all fours with Mistress sitting on my back I had a steel bipolar butt plug inserted and successfully tested. The only problem was it did have to be held in place by a stout strap, but Mistress had an answer for that and soon had me in a suitable harness to keep it where it belonged. It’s funny really because by the end of the session the plug had worked its way so far up my bum that I thought I would need Maggie to actually dig it out. As it happened, with a little gentle manipulation and persuasion, I was able to successfully extract the little steel beauty.

Before I was able to wear my latex suit, Mistress wanted to wire up her slave with many many sticky electrode pads. By the time she had finished, I resembled the wiring in a server cabinet, with leads all neatly gathered together at waist level. Once satisfied with her wiring, I was finally helped into my catsuit, and it was now that the five point zip system I had asked Invincible to put in my catsuit was finally put to full use. Two zippers to allow groin entry, two zippers to allow the wires to be fed through at my waist, and the fifth one zipped up to my chin. It took a bit of head scratching, but Maggie was able to work out the most effective combination.

There I was with a wiring loom emerging at my navel, being led by my collar through to The Clinic to be greeted by the white latex body bag. There it was, beautifully and precisely laid out in the middle of the couch, ready to receive its next occupant. 'Get into the body bag slave', said Mistress and she watched on as I eased myself into the suit, remembering to enter at the middle of the couch and slide my arms into the internal sleeves. Mistress took charge of my incarceration after that; zipping me in from bottom to top and threading the wiring loom through the front, ready to be connected to their appropriate power boxes. I was advised by my owner that 'Today you are going to suffer for your Mistress! '

Escape would be impossible even if I wanted to, which I definitely didn't, I was already encased in two thick layers of latex and now a System Mask was being added to my ensemble.

The System Mask is a truly comfortable hood to wear, and I was soon able to relax in my warm, sealed environment. I have to be careful not to appear too relaxed, as Maggie has various ways of bringing a slave back to full concentration levels. I had the appropriate breathing pipes and aroma delivery hose attached, and there was not one inch of this slave exposed directly to the air. Once again, I was in a good place, as Maggie's rubber slave.

Not only that, but Maggie had brought out three tens boxes and had begun attaching their various leads, ready to start their pulsing massage programs on low power. The sensations were absolutely amazing, rippling through the groin, tingling across the stomach and pulsing on and around the balls. Unfortunately, one of the leads from the butt plug must have worked loose as the metal midget buried its way deeper up my back passage and that failed to replicate the sensations from when it was tested.

Just look at the number of staples!

Maggie made sure I was receiving regular infusions of aromas through my mask, and now I was wired up and receiving electrical signals from many directions I had a rebreather bag attached too, even though I say so myself it produced a most euphoric state of mind, so much so that I hardly noticed Mistress extracting my cock and balls from my latex coverings and arrange them into a more agreeable exposed situation. 

Mistress, in an ‘experimental’ frame of mind, wanted to see if she could make my cock disappear by stapling cable ties to my scrotum and fastening me up. She tried this way and that way before announcing, 'this experiment does not work'. The staples couldn't hold the ties secure enough for her to capture anything, and so the experiment was concluded. However, Maggie wasted no time in using the remaining staples in an artistic manner, opting for the more traditional stapled mangina.

A novel little touch to keep my cock under control while Mistress was performing my operation was the application of a pair of electric forceps on the end of my foreskin, and yet another e-stim box was applied, presumably the one freed up by the failed anal plug, and she announced that she would proceed with the staples. Well, as soon as the first one was stapled in place, I just couldn’t help myself and rather embarrassingly climaxed. I did try to warn Mistress, but it was too late! Worryingly, Mistress said with a smile in her voice that she would note this on my record for future use.

Strangely, as Maggie continued with her artistry, I relaxed into the zinging of my tightly gripped foreskin accompanied by short sharp pricks of the staple gun and was actually starting to enjoy the experience despite the recent orgasm. Perhaps assisted by the occasional aroma blast or distracted by the continued tingly, tickling rippling experience across my lower torso. Maggie was determined to complete my mangina and wickedly switched up the intensity level on each of the tens boxes to suffering territory before returning to the job in hand. All the while I was still using the rebreather and comfortably entombed in the system mask.

My first BIG mistake was when Mistress had completed her penis reconstruction, she asked if I wanted out of the system mask. Without thinking through the consequences, I muttered through the mask, yes please. Big mistake because with the removal of the mask went the aroma pump hose and boy could I have used quite a few puffs as the staples were removed. The experience was far more daunting and painful than when they were inserted and really made Mistresses guinea pig squeal, I had no idea how many were to be removed, so had to brace until Mistress indicated they were all out. Mistress certainly fulfilled her promise, as she always does, 'Today you are going to suffer for your Mistress!' 

I felt pleased that I had managed an extended period with both the rebreather bag and system mask, and Maggie said she was very pleased with my endurance, as the duration of both achievements appeared to be a record for me. The results of the staple removal were a VERY wet slave and when I climbed out of the two layers of latex, it was a bit like a skating rink on the Clinic floor. I found it difficult to stay upright in my latex socks, but fortunately Mistress in her super grippy boots managed a little better and I expect that they’re going to be needing another tongue cleaning.

I did have the privilege of helping Mistress Maggie with the cleaning up afterwards, and I have to say I find that part of my training most satisfying, it allows me to show my gratitude after a damp and demanding session. 

Thank you, Mistress.


Caution: This 01:54min clip has audio

Imagination

Imagination is one of the most fantastic attributes that we humans possess. It certainly has helped cement my adoration and servitude to my Mistress Maggie. Before I was introduced to the delights of slave training under a most stunning and accomplished Dominatrix, I used to imagine totally random mundane issues; What if I won the pools? What if the premium bonds came up? What about the lottery? etc. etc… 

Since I met Mistress my thoughts and imagination have increasingly been focussed towards how I can better serve my owner. It’s not unknown for my thoughts about Mistress and what she would like to do with her slave to make me physically shake with excitement. I, of course, accept everything Mistress wishes to do both in actuality and imagination, although some do stray into Maggie’s forbidden territory and these are filed away for future, private review.

Some however, come to maturity, like my recent silver headed tape binding, a walk in the woods, a meal in bondage at a local restaurant etc. etc. and some are wonderful yet impractical. I imagine being Maggie’s full time rubber slave, having her free to modify my bits and pieces at will, without concerns for my vanilla life. Impractical I know, because I do not have the stamina and staying power to live up to Mistresses high standards 24*7, and neither is it one of Maggie’s requirements.


Today I was told to -

‘Pack your plum cat suit to bring to session along with your butt plug and black accessories. It might be a hot and sweaty day but Mistress has the means to let a slave drip dry’.


Mention of the plum suit had my imagination running wild in a specific direction. In the past Maggie has referred to the suit as my ‘flying suit’, I had worn it when she had decided to suspend me from the ceiling, attach all sorts to my dangly bits and ensured I was well used, and not just on the one occasion! You don’t need a great amount of imagination to understand how much my mind was racing.

Arriving at the Chambers on time I was greeted by my stunning Mistress in a most beautiful long latex evening skirt in a plum colour. Imagination ramped up a notch as I followed those beautiful hips up the stairs to the Playroom, and yes my thoughts did momentarily slip into forbidden territory, but I am now too well trained to allow those thoughts more than a fleeting millisecond to continue.

Returning from the bathroom as instructed, in my latex socks and gloves with trusty butt plug in hand, I adopted my position for the preliminary footwear worship but had to wait before I could start. Mistress was a little excited as a new purchase had arrived in today’s post and knowing what it was, she wanted to open the packet and have me model it. The item was a black spandex hood and her first observations were that it might be too small and made for a child. Being spandex it could be stretched over my willing head, instantly growing from its seemingly small size to slave size and seated very comfortably where it was intended to go. From the inside it had the opacity and texture of very, very thick black tights. It was dark but allowing sufficient light to see Maggie’s outline as she fussed and adjusted the hood to align with my features and laughed as she slid the mouth zip open to my surprise. Enough of this and I am sure it will reappear either in my training or for another fortunate slave.

Maggie’s boots were short; ankle length material boots, and I was told in no uncertain terms not to get the material too wet, unlike the attentions I give to her leather or vinyl boots where I could lick, kiss and drool a bit to my heart’s content. While I was kissing and worshipping her footwear Mistress outlined the agenda she’d proposed for today’s lesson, telling me how she would need to postpone her original plans because her plan to wrap me in clingfilm and suspend me on a scaffold pole felt too strenuous for her at the moment. Yes, my imagination had at least been partly on track, but that explanation has now set my imagination racing for a future session. ‘Instead’ she said, ‘You will begin by acting as a toilet for me’. That then set my imagination going in yet another direction and by now I was so deep in my sub-space that I was delighted to be able to serve Maggie in any way she wished.

A latex hood was chosen for me to serve in before I was reacquainted with the plum suit that I had deposited on the bed when I arrived, and the plum butt plug that had been quivering on the chest of drawers was now fitted where the sun don’t shine. It was a nice touch that Mistresses skirt, my suit and even the hidden plug were all colour coordinated, confirming that Maggie does have a particularly fine sense for detail and colour co-ordination.

Mistress seemed rather pleased when I volunteered with moving the heavy toilet box into the most suitable location for play, but isn’t that what any slave would do? Why have a dog and bark yourself, or in this case why have a slave and do the shifting yourself.  Positioned under the seat with the rubber toilet ruff comfortably fitted round my neck I was snapped into position around the bowl. My view of the world was somewhat limited and I lay passively as Mistress made her human toilet more secure and useful. 

This is where my imagination kicks into overdrive again. I can feel Maggie attaching chains, securing me under the box and… this is where I really appreciate the pictures that Maggie so graciously provides me with. I can compare what I had imagined with what physically happened. That in itself can be a real revelation when I do receive the pics. This act of reconciling fact and imagination is a wonderful experience that I can cherish for ever.

I will perhaps go off at a slight tangent here. In my earlier training I told Maggie how I loved to be able to watch as she glided around me doing whatever she was doing. Now I still do love those visions but I no longer need to see my Mistress all the time. If I am blindfolded, hooded, taped up or severely restricted, I know in my imagination just how lucky I am to have a beautiful owner and I can spend my ‘dark time’ thinking about her, knowing that I may be lucky to receive real images of what she is doing. Sometimes as happened today, the imagination can be wildly different from reality.

Sorry, I digress and will return to the session now. I was comfortable in my position and waiting for Mistress to fulfil todays role. I didn’t have too long to wait and I could hear Maggie raising the long skirt, not a particularly practical garment if the wearer is contemplating using her toilet slave. I did catch the merest glimpse of Maggie removing her latex briefs ready for action, and guess what colour they were? Yes, plum coloured latex briefs. Mistress really does have an eye for detail.

Waiting patiently to perform my task, I was privileged to be allowed the vision of two white orbs slowly descending until Maggie was happy that her waste would be deposited fairly and squarely in the correct receptical. Then a little stream appeared. Carefully positioning my lips I eased my head a little and was able to catch and consume every drop of the golden nectar that I was gifted with. Being only a tongue length from that forbidden private area of Maggie’s anatomy created more forbidden imagination on my part, but I am too well trained to stray.

To top off, or should I say bottom off her experience, I saw Maggie using toilet paper to dry her private parts and casually toss the moist sheet into the toilet bowl and closed the lid. Am I due more? Will there be another drink available? Not today, when the toilet lid was briefly opened it was to toss an aroma soaked sheet into the pan and the lid promptly closed again, leaving me to inhale the heady scent intermingled with the lasting perfume emanating from the used tissue.

I felt quite flushed when finally relieved of my toilet duties, though needed to get busy helping Mistress by returning the toilet to its correct place and pulling out the bondage bed to allow Mistress access to both sides. Mistress then led me through to her wardrobe where I received a sneak peek of the magnificent latex garments Mistress possesses, but the prime reason was to retrieve a VERY heavy rubber bondage sack from the high rail. As I said earlier, why have a dog and bark… ? 

Back in the Playroom my suits’ crotch zip was opened, as was the appropriately aligned zip in the bondage sack. It is quite easy to enter the sack and although you have limited movement there is no escape since it also has arms like a straightjacket. The art is to gently bend knees while retaining balance and trust Mistress to guide you onto the bed, a couple of shuffles had me in the centre of the bed and I received leather straps around my upper arms, wrists and one around my ankles. I was secure and incredibly comfortable. Even when the securing chains were attached at arms and ankles I relaxed and felt truly grateful for this wonderful and inescapable experience.

I was jolted out of my dreams by feeling Mistress going to work on her cock and balls. Something tight and steely was fastened round them, Maggie was screwing something in and cranking up its grip on my delicate parts, then something a little less steely was slipped over my cock, I guessed this might be some form of electrical connection. Maggie confirmed it was a double monopole electrode, she teamed it with an item she described as, ‘a little electro pad for your little cock and balls’, and firmly attached it on my perineum at the root of my cock. A little test of the electrical circuits and we were good for lift off! Because Maggie knows her slave and also my tolerances, she happily started the e-stim with a pulsing charge on Program 8, at a sufficient level to excite but not exterminate. As soon as cock and balls get used to that level of stimulation I know it is likely to be increased!

To complete my preparations for some relaxing bed bondage Maggie attached the rubber blindfold and encouraged me to accept the inflatable tube gag, not that I need any encouragement for any activities that Maggie chooses. Before being tucked up underneath the latex duvet I had an inflatable collar fitted round my neck to help retain the heat within my latex bondage. I really should have mentioned to Maggie that the merest chink of light peeked through around the top corner of the blindfold, not enough to allow any form of vision but light all the same. I console myself with this lack of honesty to Mistress with the fact that I was severely gagged and couldn’t talk. Had I tried to grunt that I could see, Maggie would naturally be concerned that something more desperate was wrong, and I didn’t want to worry her.

As I rested in near to darkness my imagination again became very active. I could imagine that beautiful figure as Maggie lay next to me on top of the rubber duvet. I could imagine Mistress gently stroking me through the multiple latex layers, I could imagine receiving a welcome infusion of aromas, but it wasn’t imagination. I could actually feel all these subtle luxuries as I ‘relaxed’. What definitely wasn’t left to my imagination was the gradual increase in the e-stim levels.

That really hit the button. The increased power set my imagination on fire. I could only think of my seductive Dominatrix and her very willing slave being brought into a state of heightened arousal. I must admit that quite a few of the thoughts strayed into forbidden territory as I recollected what had happened and…  CLIMAX!

After having turned off the electric’s (thank goodness), Mistress gently eased me out of the sack. I was dripping wet and had to stand on a towel to avoid a tsunami across the carpet. We dumped all the latex into the bath and I helped Maggie with the cleaning, moving the bed back etc. and we talked about the wonderful feelings I had just experienced and I was happy relaxed and contented.

I appreciate much of this blog is devoted to my imagination, but I really would like to thank Mistress Maggie for helping me to develop that imagination in a most perverted direction. I think I am happier now than for a long long time.