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 - Electro Therapy in the White Room

CLINIC COMIC STRIP - A Bandage in the White Room

CLINIC COMIC STRIP - An Eye Test in the White Room

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!

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

The Big 100

On the 8th of April 2016 it was celebration time in my chambers.

Jo Nep, one of my long serving slaves, presented himself to me for this our 100th session, and as soon as he had recited his slave oath to me and got up off his knees, it was time to get our centenary extravaganza underway.

Slave had little idea of what was in-store, but knew he would be partaking in an event of my making, made up of a series of acitivities that are not on my normal Mistress Maggie pick list.
I hadn’t reached the centenary without having an inkling into what might give slave Jo a thrill, aside from simply being in my company of course. Something that would allow him the delight of demonstrating the success of his training seemed appropriate, along with a memento to commemorate our big session landmark. 

For session 100 my slave would be greeted with a good dose of -

SALINE, SURPRISE and SERVING THE LADIES

As is our particular like and fancy, me and slave dressed in full latex for the afternoon, and although session 100 was an excellent excuse to let our hair down, ironically we both achieved this by putting our hair up and sealing it inside a rubber hood.

SALINE - 

Some six months ago I decided that I might like to add saline infusions to my White Room medical repertoire, slave Jo has been my test subject while I have been practicing the infusions.

To help with the learning it made sense to have a goal. We agreed that it would be an achievement if I were able to successfully and safely infuse one litre of saline into Jo’s scrotum on his 100th session.

Did we do it? Yes we did.

It was an absolutely flawless scrotal infusion, resulting in a nice big weighty handful of balls, the skin tight like a drum.

With a new feather in my hat I let my lab-rat off the operating table, and although it was swinging between his legs, slave was now in possession of the biggest balloon at the party.

SURPRISE -

On to part two of the celebrations, slave on his lead was guided to the main playroom where a surprise awaited him. 

I’d commissioned an artist to come along and capture the event on canvas. After all, what could possibly be better than a portrait to commemorate our centenary.

My artist was sitting ready at her easel with pencil poised when I opened the door and led her model into the room. Acquaintances were made and slave Jo was given his modelling instructions.

‘Now slave, you are to pose for a painting. Me, you and your big balloon bollocks are to be the subject of an art composition’.

Me and my artist friend have known each other for a long time, so had plenty of chatting and catching up to do, whereas slave was to quietly kneel in the position that had been chosen for him and not move for forty minutes.

Everyone was amazed by the preliminary sketches she had done, it was easy to imagine what the finished piece would look like. My artist needed to take her sketches home, then using her photoshop skills, she could transform them into a masterpiece that would be presented to me at a later date. We could not wait to see the results. (See below for portrait)

SERVING THE LADIES -

Jo has always had a passion for latex. He’d mentioned his fetish to me in his very first email, when he wrote to introduce himself and asked for my expertise in discovering how many of his fantasies were realisable, and how far he could extend his horizons. During his time in my charge he has certainly been subjected to a vast range of experiences, but primarily, I have always nurtured his need to be a rubber slave.

I wonder if he’d ever envisaged that one day he’d be head to toe in black rubber, serving coffee and cupcakes to his Mistress and her friends, with just a flimsy latex apron protecting his modesty. The apron lightly flapping about against his large and inflated lab-rat balls, while fulfilling his duties with only a mouth gag and slave tray as accessories.

It was not my intention to overwhelm my slave; only a couple of my best friends had been invited to join us for the centenary tea party. Upbeat music was playing and a few balloons were scattered around. My rubber slave looked quite portly with his matching serving tray strapped in place. He’d been given a lot of good training on how to serve with the tray, and had taken instruction on how to make the very best tea and coffee. This fantasy may have been a long time coming, but I knew Jo was ready to serve the ladies and demonstrate some of his training with pride.

Drinks were served first, followed by disgustingly sugary cupcakes, made to a dairy free recipe so even our vegan guest could eat them.

Slave was kept really busy as we gorged on the sticky cupcakes and feasted our eyes on a coffee table book, that depicted 100 photos of Jo’s slave training.

Some photos of his delights and dilemmas needed quite a bit of explaining, so there was rather a lot of laughing and curious questions coming from the sofa.

Slave waited patiently in attendance until he was required again to serve, or clear up empty cups and plates, or keep my kitchen tidy.

As a finale to his serving duties, slave served one last cupcake on his serving tray. Who said you can’t have your cake and eat it? - You jolly well can, as slave found out when the cake and its sticky butter icing was force fed through his rubber mouth hole. 

It was a great afternoon, providing pleasurable company for some and a more momentous occasion for others.

Slave did not leave empty handed. All the hard graft that had gone into planning and executing the centenary session had created an ‘event scent’ in my panties. The perfect keepsake for slave to take home, all served up in a little zip seal bag. 

Commemorative 100th session portrait of Mistress Maggie and slave Jo

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

Congratulations - It's a Girl

Father and baby doing well

I have been engaging in a spot of midwifery, and proud to announce the arrival of the first baby to be delivered in my Preston Fetish Clinic. Baby Barbie arrived just in time for Father’s Day.

Not the easiest of deliveries mind you, baby Barbie was a little reluctant to enter the world. As fast as I was easing her out, she seemed to want to slide right back in again. A fair amount of anaesthetic** was required to assist with the labour.

When asked how he felt about the male birthing experience, my patient said -

“ I had a really fantastic time ”.

Sadly, not quite the response this bewildered nurse was expecting. I quickly checked his temperature.

No fear everyone. I will keep him locked up and strapped down on my gynae couch until his delirium passes.

**liquid aroma