VIDEO - Catheter Nurse

Earlier in the year when we were only familiar with bondage lockdowns, I had a suitable slave incarcerated in latex and ready for me to install his very first catheter.

There is nothing I love more than having a man willingly surrender his body to me and having the trust to try out unrealised medical procedures, and catheter play is certainly one of my all time favourites. To be fair he did genuinely need the catheter, as he would be going on to have his balls inflated with saline later and would need to lie quite still for two hours or so. No hopping off the couch to visit the loo allowed for him!

Casually I’d set the camera to record and managed to capture footage of his catheter op. Then to amuse myself during lockdown I did some adding and editing to it, creating a little clip loaded with magical medical play components: rubber, glove donning and loss of control - all for your education and entertainment.

WARNING: This 5min 36sec clip has audio.

       

I had a great time in my favourite guise of ‘rubber nurse’ that afternoon, throwing in a mix of evil teasing and encouragement into his session, whilst gauging his reactions to his first catheter, mostly though the speed and sound of his breathing.

How did it go?, you may ask. Well, my slave did go on to send me a brief unsolicited review -

" I still remember the first time, you were so gentle and kind. A wonderful experience. ”

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At the moment my Chambers are still closed until further notice, but I see no reason why I should not be able to do catheters with virus protocol in place when I’m open for business again, I will be sure to make an announcement on my website and Twitter when that day arrives.

There is a charge of £10 for the sterile catheter kit used for the procedure, a complete sterile kit of parts is used every time, which includes an aseptic field and Foley catheter, and I always have a sufficient number in stock.

That’s all for now folks. I hope you enjoy the clip.

VIDEO - Castration Roleplay

Before I begin I’d like to get the expected absurd question out of the way -

Q. DO YOU ACTUALLY CUT OFF BALLS?

A. NO

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I’m sorry if that crushes your dreams of becoming a eunuch, but If you are still reading I want to tell you a little about the castrations that I occasionally re-enact in my Preston White Room.

WARNING: This 2.5 minute video has audio.

Castration is not a topic that I’ve ever featured on my website, nor is it an activity that’s listed amongst the medical services I provide. There is a very good reason for that, it’s called the shock factor. Simply put, my castration roleplay could never carry the same adrenalin infused thrill if you were to come along to my clinic expecting it.

Some protocol is required to become a contender for my neutering process. Your testicles are more likely to meet my pliers if you’ve been for a couple of visits, are pretty open minded about the medical play you would like to try, you have the right amount of trust to leave scenarios up to me, and of course it’s essential that you have the balls!

There is nothing unusual about my castration kit, just the typical pliers and bands you can buy on Ebay. They were never made for using on humans, their purpose being for banding the nuts of small farm animals; lambs mainly, before they reach one week old.

Given that there is a considerable size difference between the balls of a little lamb and those of a grown man, you can imagine how dangerous the kits can be if used foolishly. With that in mind I did do some small modifications to my kit so I can castrate you easily, not without some discomfort, though in a much more subtle manner than a sheep farmer.

Potential patients should feel lucky that my approach to sessions has always been safe and sane. Admittedly, I do add a fair few skilfully sadistic twists whenever I can, but I’m not about to ruin my reputation by doing something stupid. My castration operations only became possible by taking the time to find the right compromise of fear and fabrication, and I take great joy in making my patient believe it's the real deal. 

The video was filmed with an unsuspecting patient in the summer of 2017. I can promise that the balls in the video were unharmed, in fact the slave in question is still running round, balls between legs, wondering what I am going to do with them next.

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Hmmm - Now that’s a queer thought. It is actually possible to castrate my blokes twice!!!

CLINIC COMIC STRIP - An Anal Examination in the White Room

CLINIC COMIC STRIP - A Bandage in the White Room

CLINIC COMIC STRIP - An Eye Test in the White Room

Whip and Stirrups

No, it's neither the name of a pub or anything to do with horse riding.

I've just been engaging in a spot of leather craft again.

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Not my favourite hobby but being a bondage specialist it’s proved handy having a little leather craft knowhow. Whether it be a broken snap fastening or rivet that needs replacing, a worn out strap or general functional improvements, my leather hardware does receive maintenance to keep it working safely and looking smart. Then occasionally a slightly more elaborate project needs to be done - like adding stirrups to the leather suspension harness I use in my playroom.

Mistress Maggie and her leather whip

My suspension harness is a really heavy thing and capable of supporting a slaves weight all on its own. However, there are times when it’s useful to get my slaves legs up as well, especially when I’m wearing my strap on.

Stirrups were never supplied with my harness, so I’ve been making do with loops of rope or chain for leg support, whilst constantly reminding myself that I should have a go at making a dedicated pair of leather ones to complete my suspension kit.

Ebay to the rescue then, where I found a chunky leather offcut suitable for the job, along with some pieces of equestrian style strapping.

To cut a long blog short, after several hours of hole punching and banging in rivets I could finally put my hammer down and admire my new stirrups.

Leather stirrups for suspension

The picture above shows the finished result, plus for the benefit of the bondage enthusiasts amongst you, the best opportunity you'll have to inspect my fine leather craft in detail. Because I’m pretty sure that once you’re restrained and suspended from my ceiling with my strap on up your arse, my new leather stirrups will be the last thing on your mind!

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Tidying up, I found there were still a few pieces of leather strapping left on my craft table, quite decent pieces that didn’t deserve to be thrown away. By coincidence I also had a slave begging to see me in a few days’ time who truly deserved a beating: guilty of forgetting his slave collar on three of his last six visits, guilty of sloppiness, and guilty of doing a great job of allowing his basic manners and etiquette to decline, both in and out of my Chambers.

The obvious solution was instant; to make a whip that would take care of a very hard punishment for this very poor slave. A whip with a longer reach than my others, to distance my ears from his cries of pain as I tested it out on his back.

A homemade CP implement. Half whip, half tawse

A very severe four tailed implement was made, halfway between a tawse and a whip and consequently used to administer a meaningful punishment.

It’s true to say that the offending slave now knows what you get when you make Mistress Maggie genuinely angry. Lets hope he’s the last to earn such a lesson.

A smashing whip though! - Now added to my CP repertoire. 

A bare back beating for a negligent slave

Travelling to see my Guitar Hero

30th June 2016 was the best night to be in Glasgow. That’s when my all time favourite artist Buddy Guy was in town, performing his first UK gig of his ‘Born to Play Guitar’ world tour. 

Buddy Guy live in Glasgow June 2016

Seventeen year old blues prodigy Quinn Sullivan played support, plus a few numbers alongside Buddy Guy, who has been his mentor since Quinn was discovered to have guitar skills akin to some of the best known bluesmen at the very young age of eight.

Buddy says. ‘I’m hoping Quinn can step into the shoes of B.B. King and myself and wake up the damn blues again . . .’

Well, he’s sure doin’ that. See them play together HERE

Buddy calmly arrived centre stage sporting his trademark polka-dots and armed with his Fender stratocaster, opening his act with a superb and powerful rendition of my all time favourite, ‘Damn Right, I’ve got the Blues’. Hearing those iconic opening bars was music to my ears, as I’d kinda given up hope of ever seeing him perform it live. And my – he might be an octogenarian but Buddy Guy can’t half belt ‘em out.

Way back in 2008 I saw him play in Liverpool. I couldn’t believe it when Buddy passed within two metres of me when he wandered off stage and mingled with his audience. After that, hugging Buddy became a prominent entry on my bucket list, and if ever there was a next time I wouldn’t be allowing him to get away without taking a moment to feel my touch. This time when he stepped down to mingle with his Glasgow fans, I quickly made my way to the end of the row, where I had the honour of stroking the hand of my guitar hero. That made me feel real good.

John had taken his camera and sought permission to take photos of the show, with some fabulous results.

The next day Buddy was off to delight a Birmingham audience with his wild showmanship, but we hung around for a few days to check out the highlights of downtown Glasgow.

The weather in Glasgow was wet enough to give anyone the blues, but I had packed my waterproofs and could enjoy stepping out in my shiny mackintosh in a city where the Mackintosh name is very famous. 

Me on a Charles Rennie Mackintosh chair

Just over a century ago Charles Rennie Mackintosh was doing almost as much for the Glasgow art nouveau movement as Buddy Guy does for Chicago blues today, becoming an influential architect and designer of the day. His interiors, fittings and furniture are evident all around Glasgow, which is where he completed his training and impressive commissions.

I quite fancied sitting myself down on an authentic Mackintosh chair, so we set off on a venture to seek out his famous furniture and interiors, beginning at ’The Lighthouse’, Mackintosh’s first commission building.

To our surprise, we found out that If you make your way to the very top of The Lighthouse tower you get panoramic views of Glasgow, along with entertaining musical accompaniment thrown in for good measure, as there is guy perched up there bashing out tunes on a honky tonk piano. Meanwhile, downstairs in the Rennie Mackintosh exhibition I managed to have my photograph taken seated on one of the striking exhibits.

As you can imagine, our search for all things Mackintosh took us to a lot of Glasgows museums and galleries, with a mix of delight and disappointment. The Mackintosh House was my favourite; an authentic reconstruction of the home that Mackintosh and his artistically talented wife, Margaret MacDonald had furnished in their distinctive art nouveau style. There was fine furniture to inspect that showed off the exaggerated forms and flowing lines that Mackintosh liked to use, many decorated with symbols from the natural world and the geometric shapes he’s renowned for, all with exquisite attention to detail. Sadly our Mackintosh trail was completed all too quickly, as more of the masterpieces that we’d hoped to see were tucked away inside buildings displaying the sign ‘Closed for Restoration’, which left us feeling a little blue.

I have to admit being surprised by Glasgow, I could happily live there amongst those stylish red sandstone buildings. The city centre had a quiet relaxed atmosphere and all the people we spoke with were really lovely, displaying a common air of contentment. The Glasgow patter I had been expecting was not evident, the only example of a strong Glaswegian accent I received was from a gentlemen who helped me with directions.

‘Excuse me. Can you tell me where the Gallery of Modern Art is please’.

‘Ah am nae sure. Och och aye, ah hink ah ken it. Hae ye seen a statue wi' a traffic cain oan his heed? Ah hink 'at is whaur it is. Ye cannae miss it’, he kindly replied.

Indeed, we had seen the statue he mentioned and were soon at our destination.

Lounging in my latex outfit at CitizenM

We’d booked a room at CitizenM, a boutique hotel in city centre. The hotel had some really interesting spaces for its guests to socialise in and we made the most of the luxury surroundings. There’s nothing like slipping into a sexy latex outfit for evening drinks and entertainment, whilst being able to take advantage of the alternative setting for a photo opportunity.

John managed to capture my latex outfit really well.  

I have created a Flickr album called ‘Glasgow Mackintosh City’, with a selection of my latex and shiny mac shots taken during our stay in Glasgow. You can view it HERE

For additional entertainment there was no shortage of music bars. Asking for a good place for a blues lover to hang out found us heading down Sauchiehall Street to a place named after one of Buddy Guys’ blues heroes; Howlin’ Wolf. We made some friends there and were not disappointed. I’m pretty sure that Buddy would approve of The Howlin’ Wolf basement bar, which, just like his own club back in Chicago serves food, drinks, live music and the sweet blues sound until the early hours of the morning.

I was able to sample some local craft beers and taste a delectable tipple from their cocktail menu. I'd never invisaged sipping on a glass of 'Pinetop Perkins', but it's either that or another bluesman when all the cocktails on the menu are named after blues legends. Our glasses were raised, we couldn’t possibly leave Glasgow without a toast to my guitar hero. Thank you for coming to Glasgow Mr Buddy Guy.