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.

System Mask and Aroma Pump

My playthings often benefit from aromas.

My rubber plaything was receiving his intoxicating therapy through my new aroma pumping hose, a simple ‘add on’ to the wonderful system mask he’s wearing.

Of course I chose how much he received, as being totally rubberised, immobilised and under my total control he was in no position to pump the product himself!

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NOTE:- The 'AROMAS PUMP HOSE' has proved to be a great item in sessions where I’m combining aromas with gas mask head trips.

The gentleman who invented them is now selling his hoses on eBay and gives a good description of how to use them in his listing.  

VIDEO - September Celebrations

I recently made a video and thought this might be a good place to show it to you and give an example of how I play.

Even though I have zero expertise with my little Lumix TZ70 camera I’m not afraid to have a go, and I am doing the occasional session video when it suits me now. On this occasion I wanted to do a good one in order to capture the highlights of the 150th landmark session I’d prepared for my faithful slave Jo.

WARNING: This 2 minute video has audio.

September is quite an eventful month one way and the other. As usual I have been away on my annual holiday, but I’m sure you don’t want to hear about a holiday where the major highlight was interacting with a chimpanzee! And before you ask, yes, I did wash my hands after I'd finished playing with him. More importantly, this September is the month when two of my most loyal playmates share the anniversary of completing seven years in my charge - well, I can’t help being irresistible.

I would like to extend my gratitude to these two fantastic guys; exemplary slaves with totally different kinks. One loves leather and corporal punishment while the other loves rubber and hates CP, nevertheless, if I believe he needs discipline he knows he must take it. Harsh discipline is a most reliable way of ironing out imperfections in a slave and between them, these two gents must have taken tens of thousands of strokes. Long may our sessions continue, you know who you are and it’s a privilege to know you.

Back to the 150th session then, which got off to a great start when my hand almost went up slaves’ bum. Luckily I remembered to mount my camera the right way up for once and managed to video the main events of the day with success.

As you can see the session was conducted in my White Room where there was suitably tight rubber bondage for my latex fetishist to wallow in. An anaesthetic re-breathe system was used to intoxicate him with aromas, which helped to relax him and/or increase the rush at appropriate moments. He withstood some quite serious ball stretching with my metal CBT toys and weights before having his cock fucked with a Pratt urethral sound in a super size 7. My electric was switched on adding intense orgasmic pleasure right down his metalwork to the depths of his groin. Slave wasn’t the only one enjoying every minute, it was an absolute hoot for me. Our celebrations were completed with a special toast and a tipple of my sweet piss wine had been reserved for Jo.

My aim with my videos is to have a bit of fun with the bonus of being able to show off my domination expertise to you all every now and again. I will not be taking requests for video work, however, if I’m asked nicely I do sometimes take a couple of photos if you come along for a session.

The Fly Trap

I don't know about you, but I was brought up to believe that a hard frost was needed to kill off the bugs and insects in winter.

A fact that is now described as a myth, as there are numerous other winter weather conditions that also play a part in the surviving winter insect numbers. That hard winter frost probably does a better job of killing off old ladies and gentlemen than it does creepy crawlies.

There's been no hard frost up here in the North West this year, so myth or not it's best to be cautious, especially when like me, you work with patients and need to keep your clinic germ free.

Potential patients need not worry

I HAVE THE SITUATION UNDER CONTROL

I have been weaving my evil web in my fetish clinic, turning one of my slaves into an electric fly trap.

If the shouts of agony during testing are anything to go by, those horrible insects will be fighting for their lives when they are caught and fried by my fly trap slave. 

Slave said - 'I never would have imagined that I would act as a canvas for Mistress to show her artistic skills. At times it was very painful when you were applying

the threads. But thank you for allowing me to be your guinea pig

in this new form of torture.'

Torture?

Worse things happen at the Women's Institute. And there was me

trying to give him a buzz!

A Steampunk Mask

I have just put the final touches to my latest craft project.

A STEAMPUNK GAS MASK WITH A DEFINITE EMPHASIS ON PUNK

I chose a cute looking Russian kiddies gas mask as a foundation for my design. The position of the rubber hose at centre front is a little unusual in gas masks and a feature that gives my mask a novel character. The first thing I did was attach a latex hood to it and put a zip fastening at the back.

I attempted to give my mask a feminine spin by adding exaggerated lashes and long ribboned braids, before decorating it with archetypal punk elements in shiny silver metal. I am a bit of a magpie when it comes to small metal embellishments and had many types to pick from in my project box.

Mistress Maggie wearing her latex steampunk gas mask creation.

Nothing beats the allure of rubber breathplay. Luckily I can get away with wearing a gas mask in a small kids size, and not only does my completed steampunk creation look beautiful but it also remains fully functional.

The mask will be on display in my chambers for the next few months, where if you are visiting for a session and fancy a steam or even cyberpunk moment, I will be pleased to model my bizarre gas mask creation for you on request.

I would like to give a big thank you to Marco for his kind gift of the red spiky collar seen in the photos here.

EUREKA!!

EUREKA!!

Well, almost eureka. My discovery does include water displacement!

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I am jumping for joy following a watersports session with one of my slaves.

Bubble bottle play with a GP5 mask

My slave was strapped down in my clinic being catheterised. The contents of his bladder had just begun flowing into his cath bag when he asked me a question.

“Are you going to make me drink my own piss today Mistress?”

It wouldn’t be unusual, I often do. I serve it in a glass or a dog bowl and the filthy bastard will quickly lap up the lot. But his question poised a bit of a challenge, because we were combining slaves’ catheterisation with a breathplay scene that day.

Slave was wearing a Russian GP5 gas mask and was breathing the scent from my wonderful golden nectar via a bubble bottle. And as lovely as they are, you cannot drink anything with a Russian GP5 gas mask on.

That’s when I had my eureka moment.

Unlike Archimedes who was having a splash around in a bath tub when he came up with his displacement theory, I was in the tricky position of controlling a pervert and having to think on my feet when I discovered mine.

It came to mind that towards the end of the 20th century our British forces had been issued a gas mask that came with an integrated drinking straw, and that I had the very same S10 model, which is also known as an Avon mask hanging on a hook right beside me. In no time at all I had it strapped to my slave ready for testing.

Miraculously, the drinking straw coupled perfectly with the valve on the cath bag, and slave could now sniff on my golden nectar AND drink his own piss both at the same time.

Admittedly, drinking your own piss is not for everyone. No. However, drinking my precious piss is a far more attractive and popular concept.

Me in my latex pisspants

I get an unbelievable amount of requests for watersports, a couple of my slaves practically live on the stuff, many more are gasping for their first taste of my nectar. Sometimes there simply isn’t enough of my fine tasting nectar to go around. It’s easy to understand how using some of my slaves as vessels for fermenting and recycling my golden nectar, would leave more available for others.

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More research is definitely required.

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Two weeks later and slave was back for more of my nectar. This time I was wearing my latex piss pants, a good alternative to a toilet and particularly useful when a nectar loving slave needs feeding. The tube from my pants was placed between his lips and he partook in a full bag of my golden fluids. He began benefitting from his drink immediately, as a slave does need to be kept hydrated when he’s cocooned like a maggot in layers of clingfilm plastic.

Once again he was masked and catheterised, with the drinking straw from the S10 making a secure connection with his drainage bag he was perfectly equipped for piss recycling. It was inevitable that given time my piss would make its journey through his body and begin collecting in his catheter bag.

Sure enough, a steady stream of golden fluid was soon appearing and filling it up. Slave needed no instruction on what to do next; the sound of sucking and swallowing went on for a while and slave was now in the process of fermenting and recycling my nectar for a second time.

So, it seems that a bag of my golden nectar, an S10 mask and a catheter kit is all I need to keep a watersports fanatic supping and recycling my piss all day.

The question is, just exactly how long can a slave survive on one bag of his Mistresses special fluids?

Cartoon by Mistress Maggie

A Growing Family

Another first in my Preston fetish clinic, this time I've been delivering twins. I am getting quite good at midwifery now and the twins were an easy delivery, despite arriving simultaneously.

Twins are delivered in my Preston Fetish Clinic

My patient has really taken to fatherhood, it is only ten weeks since he was last on my gynae couch having his first baby, a little girl that he named Barbie. By coincidence he’s chosen to call both twin girls Barbie as well. I can imagine that being a hoot when the girls start school and teacher has to call the class register. 

Hopefully he will change his mind when he comes down off the pumped gas and air**, a large dose was necessary to heighten the birthing and assist with contractions.

So it’s a growing family of healthy little girls for my patient, when asked if he was pleased they were girls he said -

“ I don’t mind, having babies is soooo amazing and I can’t wait to have more, it would be really nice if I had a boy, but it's OK, I can have one next time ”.

Pumped liquid aroma via a gasmask is used to relax the patient

Well that should be a relaxing day for nurse, sitting there, feet up, filing my nails, occasionally shining my nurse torch on a distant dilating asshole, waiting for action man to crawl out onto my gynae table.

We shall have to wait and see whether these babies grow up to be serious rubber breathplay nuts, after all adult fetishes are often linked to earlier childhood experiences, and these little girls were born with condoms on their heads!

**liquid aroma