Visiting my Rubber Mistresses 4: Mistress Nancy

Visiting my Rubber Mistresses 4: Mistress Nancy

A trip to Nottingham provided me with the opportunity to indulge my fetish for rubber bondage and humiliation a little more – in fact quite a lot more, since I had in mind an appointment with Mistress Nancy, whose rubbery website I’d enjoyed on several occasions, usually when dressed in several layers of hot, damp, thick rubber.

As usual it was remarkably easy to make the appointment a couple of days beforehand, and having as usual checked that arriving in a catsuit would not be a problem, I arrived promptly at noon, standing outside a standard semi-detached house until the door opened and a smiling blonde dressed in a brown negligee ushered me in. I explained my preferences in the usual way, explaining too that I’d like her to take some photographs as a permanent record. Mistress Nancy was happy to agree and seemed totally unhurried, taking her time to size me up and then chuckling as I stripped off my street clothes and presented myself in my shiny black rubber catsuit. She circled me, stroking the rubber and checking the zips to ensure that she had access where she needed it.

Disappointingly Mistress Nancy seemed disinclined to dress in rubber for me, saying that she was prepared to but would need help to get into her costume; when I failed to spark enthusiastically enough on that invitation the subject was dropped. “How long have you been interested in rubber bondage?” It was a familiar question, yet one that I found hard to answer: the origins of my rubber fetish lay so far in the past that I really couldn’t remember the specific trigger (though the girls’ shiny PVC coats which were the fashion when I was at college may have helped!), while the need for bondage and domination, though more recent, seemed to be a reflex reaction to visits to internet websites rather than a considered choice.

With that the session proper began and I was ordered into the adjoining room, which was dominated by a black leather-covered bondage table with a complex structure above it festooned with chains and rope. My Mistress instructed me to kneel and quickly fastened a thick black rubber hood around my head, leaving me wheezing for breath as the unyielding rubber pressed against my face. Next I was ordered to lie on my back on the table and quickly found myself tightly strapped to the table; I flexed my wrists and tried to lift my rubber-clad feet but could hardly move. A blindfold which totally cut off my sight completed the preparations.

Mistress Nancy stood at the head of the table, stroking the already-damp rubber covering my face, and then squeakily drawing her hands across the taut black latex over my chest. She toyed with and then opened the nipple zips, pulling and pinching at my sensitive nipples as I protested. Next she moved to stand at the side of the table, her hand smoothly stroking the rubber as it moved down to fondle my cock and balls in their latex prison. My shaft stiffened and twitched at her touch.

“Yes, that’s what my rubber slut wants, isn’t it?!” she teased, tugging the crotch zip open and reaching inside to wrench my cock and balls painfully out into the open. “Tied down and helpless while I play with your cock, you rubber whore!!” I mumbled something incoherent, my shame enveloping me but my cock responding to its rough treatment as it hardened appreciably.

My Mistress hefted my balls in her hand, pulling them roughly apart and then slapping them before repeating the process on my cock. Blindfolded, I couldn’t predict when the blows would fall and, as she slapped my throbbing shaft hard, I whimpered out in shock and no little pain. “Don’t be such a wimp!” she chided, raking my cock and balls with her nails and then pulling and wrenching them some more.

Once again my Mistress moved to stand at the head of the table, caressing the rubber hood again and then leaning down to whisper “Are you enjoying this, rubberslave? In a little while you’re going to be my rubber bitch, with my strap-on deep inside your arse!” I groaned, helpless to stop her doing whatever she wished.

Next I felt Mistress Nancy’s sharp nails on my cock-shaft again, leaving me gasping in pain and then tensing against my bonds as she repeatedly slapped the pulsing shaft hard. The relief when she stopped was palpable but short-lived, as she began to fix a parachute to my balls; I could hear her attaching ropes and chains and then felt my balls stretching downwards as she hauled the chains over some sort of pulley on the superstructure above the table, and then tied them off. My balls felt exposed and very vulnerable, and she soon moved to take advantage of this, slapping them hard and then pulling them about.

I groaned in humiliation as, blindfolded, I sensed rather than saw the flash of my camera as my tied and stretched balls were recorded for posterity. Now my Mistress’s hands were at my balls again, pulling them apart, kneading them, slapping them. “Your balls are very small, aren’t they, rubber slut?” she mocked, sending a fresh burst of shame coursing through me as she drew back her hand and slapped them hard, then repeated the dose on my waving cockshaft.

Mistress Nancy walked round to stand by my rubber-hooded head again, smoothing the thick rubber over my face and then once again noisily tracing her hands down my rubber catsuit, over my nipples and down my chest, while reminding me once again that I’d soon be her rubber bitch. I trembled with lust and fear, revelling in her dirty, humiliating talk but aware of her power.

With that she unstrapped me and proceeded to find the right position for me to adopt to take her rubber strap-on in my arse. It didn’t prove to be easy, and my embarrassment increased as first I failed to find the strength to lie sideways on the table with my arse hanging over the edge, and then proved not to be flexible enough to get my feet into stirrups high above the end of the table. Finally I was ordered to kneel over the whipping bench, my chin on the black leather surface and my arse raised into the air.

Mistress was clearly irritated by my inability to get into the required position on the table, and I tensed in anticipation of pain as she selected and then tested a rubber-covered paddle, smacking it against her hand in front of my rubber-hooded face. Smirking, she set herself to one side of me and then proceeded to give me a good hard paddling, the implement crashing repeatedly into my defenseless buttocks, the thick rubber of my catsuit utterly useless in lessening the impact or the pain. From time to time she fondled my aching, rubbery buttocks or reached between my legs to pull and tease my straining cock.

At last my Mistress put down the paddle, only to return with a leather whip. She drew it across my backside and then began to slash it down hard on my arse cheeks, alternating between one and the other and then occasionally teasing my asshole with the thin leather strands or striking it lightly against my engorged cock, which was trapped between my body and the bench. The beating continued, the whip rising and falling rhythmically as I groaned and sagged forward against the whipping bench.

The heat rose in the Chambers as Mistress Nancy continued my torture, and sweat ran down inside my catsuit as well as pooling in the thick rubber hood I wore, before dripping onto the bench and the floor below. Seeing this, my Mistress tossed the whip aside and pulled me off the whipping bench, ordering me to kneel before her as she stripped the hood off my face and left me alone for a few precious moments to cool down. I remained kneeling, my hands behind my back and my angrily erect cock jutting out through the crotch area of my rubber catsuit to sway obscenely in front of me.

My Mistress noticed the lewd display and smirked: “My rubber slut is ready for a good ass-fucking, I see” she remarked as I looked away in shame. She took the wet hood and slid the rubber back into place over my face, then instructed me to kneel in front of the whipping bench as she buckled a worryingly wide black rubber strap-on into place. Ostentatiously she rolled a condom onto the shaft of the dildo – “you’ve got a banana-flavoured condom, rubber whore!” she taunted. The strap-on waved threateningly in front of her as she athletically straddled the frame of the whipping bench and settled down, the dildo inches in front of my face.

The significance of her remark about the condom’s flavour became apparent as she thrust forward, the tip of the dildo now brushing my lips. “Suck it, rubber bitch!” she ordered, and despite my shock and revulsion I found myself wrapping my lips around the rubber tool.

My attempt at cock-sucking was, however, far from successful, as I fought to expel the rubber invader and gagged as I tried to take more than the tip into my mouth. Mistress Nancy jeered at my failure, a far from pleasant smile on her face as I knelt submissively and tried again to suck the rubber cock. “That’s pathetic!” my Mistress commented derisively, showing me how little I’d managed to swallow. “Even I can manage this much” she said, pointing to a spot much further along the dildo. I cringed, having yet again failed to please my Mistress.

Now I was told to resume my former position, draped over the whipping bench with my rubber-encased head resting against the leather cross-piece and my ass readily available for abuse. I jerked as I felt cold lube being smeared against the entrance to my asshole, then tensed as first one and then two fingers entered my rectum, pushing easily into and out of my nether channel and preparing me for a far more serious assault.

“What a small ass you have, slave” my Mistress muttered, almost to herself. “And a very tight ass too!”

I tensed again as I felt Mistress Nancy against me, her strap-on searching for and then finding the entrance to my rear passage “Relax, rubber bitch” she murmured, “this is what you need, isn’t it?!”

I groaned but still managed to croak “Yes, Mistress” as the unyielding black rubber tool entered my rectum and began to make slow, painful progress along the channel. Gradually I began to get used to the width of the rubber dildo invading my arse, but it was difficult and I groaned out repeatedly in agony as my Mistress gradually inched the lethal weapon deeper into my rear hole.

Not satisfied with the rate of progress, Mistress Nancy instructed me to push back, and like the total rubber submissive I had become I tried really hard to do so, accepting more and more of the rubber dong into my rectum. Then my Mistress started pushing again, establishing a rhythm and pounding into my defenseless backside. The pain was indescribable, the humiliation intense as she mocked her rubber whore while thrusting ever harder. “That’s it, slave – you’re my rubber bitch now, taking my rubber cock into your backside, aren’t you!” she cried.

The ass-fucking continued seemingly endlessly; clearly this was Mistress Nancy’s speciality and she made sure I knew it. I was groaning repeatedly now, sweat pouring down inside my catsuit to lie beneath my prone body and then dribbling down inside the legs of the thick rubber catsuit to puddle in the attached feet. Sweat collected in the rubber hood, too, mixing with my salty tears and stinging my eyes as I endured still more anal ravishment.

“This is what I like – my strap-on deep in the bottom of a rubber slave!” cried Mistress Nancy, who was well beyond role-playing now and clearly enjoying degrading yet another male submissive.

At last the tempo slowed and my Mistress slowly withdrew, the rubber tool exiting my asshole with an audible, farting plop. I stayed bent over the whipping bench, my asshole slowly closing but my rectum still sore and the sense of utter submission and degradation still strong inside me.

Soon, though, it was time for the final element of my session. I was led back to the table and ordered to lie on it, face up, while Mistress Nancy strapped me tightly into place again. “Now it’s time for watersports!” she announced, leaving the room for some moments before coming back with an array of equipment which quickly made clear that her approach to this perversion was somewhat different to that of my previous Mistresses.

First, a big funnel – thick rubber, of course – was pushed through my rubber hood and located in my mouth. Next, a bag of what could only be urine was hung over the superstructure above the table, and the tube protruding from the bag was placed in the funnel. Next, a tap was turned and the liquid began to flow down the tube, collecting in the base of the funnel and dribbling down into my mouth. Very quickly I recognized that the liquid was indeed piss – cold piss, strongly flavoured and foul-smelling. I gagged, spluttered, tried to escape, but for a while this had no effect on my Mistress, who stood there eyeing me coldly and letting the flow continue.

More piss entered my protesting mouth and I coughed and gagged again; finally Mistress Nancy stemmed the flow and removed the funnel. “Can’t you take it, rubber slut?” she said, “I thought that was what you wanted!” She tried again, this time with a thin straw conducting the foul urine into my mouth, but again I protested. Abruptly she took the straw away and I groaned again in despair: another simple task that I’d fail to perform to her satisfaction!

Mistress Nancy was far from finished, though. Unhooking the bag of cold urine from the superstructure, she simultaneously opened the nipple zips in my catsuit and poured copious quantities of piss over my tits. The feel of the piss on my flesh, coupled with the sensation of the liquid coursing over my body and settling between the rubber of my catsuit and the small of my back created the most wanton, sluttish sensations. And better still was to come, as my Mistress moved down to stand near the crotch zip of my catsuit, and poured the remainder of her urine over my cock.

The effect on my flaccid cock was immediate: it erected quickly and thickened under the repeated doses of piss, which Mistress Nancy was now dispensing liberally over both my raging cock and my aching balls. This was at the same time both highly erotic and completely degrading, and for a minute I luxuriated in both obscene sensations as the cascade of cold urine continued.

Finally the bag was empty and my Mistress moved away, leaving me lying in a pool of her piss, the liquid trapped in my thick rubber catsuit and sloshing beneath me as I enjoyed one more extraordinary experience at the hands of a dominatrix.

When she returned it was with a vacuum tube which was fitted over my erect and angrily pulsating cock. A few strokes was all it took before I erupted copiously and forcefully, the semen stored in my balls gushing out repeatedly as I experienced one of the most devastating climaxes I’d had during these rubber domination sessions. Mistress Nancy was as taken aback as I was – she’d clearly expected yet another failure from her abject slave. Instead she muttered something about how the piss must have turned her rubber whore on, before disengaging the vacuum tube and leaving me splayed obscenely on the table, my cock still dribbling cum and the sound of piss trapped in wet rubber very obvious.

After a couple of minutes my Mistress began to undo my bonds, finally leaving me free to swing my legs round and stagger to my feet, the piss running down inside the legs of my catsuit as I did. I felt exhilarated, hot, wet but above all wholly dominated – and my status as a useless submissive was confirmed when Mistress spotted the pool of piss which had leaked from my catsuit and now despoiled the table I’d been lying on. Naturally it fell to me to clean this up before I was allowed to escape to the bathroom, where I stripped easily out of the sodden rubber catsuit, poured away the embarrassingly large quantity of piss that had collected inside it, and took a quick shower.

Later, Mistress Nancy sat on her settee while I dressed – street clothes only this time: it was too hot to get back into rubber – and talked about the whole degrading but exciting experience. As I left, I already knew that I’d be unable to return for another appointment here after what I’d endured and especially the number of my failings that had been exposed!

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