Where to start? As I sit here holding the front half of a CB 2000 I feel a strange mix trepidation and excitement. This is only my second time in chastity, the previous being 17 hours spanning the previous two days at the insistence of my Mistress. The last time I was unprepared for what chastity would do to me, this time I know what’s coming, however it will be difficult all the same, do I regret my vow of chastity to Mistress Annabel? At this moment, definitely not…
I haven’t been to city chambers for six months now, its not like I didn’t want to, work, travel (more work) and a re-accruing sinus problem all seem to have worked together to prevent it. But finally time is freeing up and I’ve booked an appointment with Mistress Annabel on the 20th.
Before then I need to kick start my rubber fetish again. Its easy to come up with the right trigger, rubber sissy maids! Sessions in Mistresses black and orange frilly rubber sissy outfit where always hot, the thought of it still makes me hard now.
Search the web for ‘rubber sissy maid’ and you find there is little fully rubberised sissy content. So I investigate the world of non rubberised sissies, and I have to say I find myself be aroused by their cute little frilly dresses and the strict control some mistresses take over their charges. My mind starts to go into overdrive imagining what rubber sissy costume mistress could force upon me.
Three days before the session I discover maskon.com, a female mask enthusiasts sight, within its galleries I find the pictures that represent my true harts desire. I sit up until staring at the wonderful fully rubber encased characters created by the likes Maike, Steffy and the stunning Monica from the rubber sisters. Monica alone demonstrates what a little rubber creativity can achieve with her self made cat suits turning a male into a doll like Amazon. This is what want, my orgasm become explosive thinking about it, I spend the last two days before my session with Mistress transfixed by the possibilities.
Talking through my recent discovery with Mistress I find that she has recently become very interested in feminization as rubber dolls.
For the session I am placed in a simple red open faced cat suit, stockings, suspenders, inflatab;e tits and a loose fitting short rubber top that hangs open at the front. Trish then applies false eye lashes and makeup. Looking in the mirror I see myself looking rather like a drag queen, not entirely the effect I was hoping for, the whole ensemble is finished off with a tarty blond wig.
I’m led into the medical room, its been re-done since I was last here, I am strapped into a new upright medical examination chair with a barbed wire cage that can be brought down over the head of the hapless victim. Miss Trisha positions a mirror in front of me and Mistress enters, “Hmm, what’s this a little slut, little sluts need to be dealt with”. One of my hands is un-strapped and I’m given a vibrator, “Now play with your pussy”. Unbelievably I find myself slipping into character, going at my “pussy” with abandon, writhing and groaning. A mask with re-breather bag attached is clamped over my face, I smell anaesthetic, I continue writhing with pleasure as the gas begins to make the world distant, the mask is removed, but I’m in the gases grip and I writhe and struggle. “Hmm, we need a name for our new rubber doll, Britne’, yes Britne’ it is”, without realising it I had just been supplied with my given name that I must line with.
I come twice during the session which is unusual for me and I leave strangely satisfied.
After the session my desire to become a true rubber doll only increases, I decide to order an “Emerald” mask from ‘Kerrie’ a US based maker of female masks favoured on the maskon.com sight.
I start thinking about my last session with mistress and what it would have been like if I was wearing the mask I have ordered. I start looking for frilly rubber maids dresses to buy.
I find a wonderful hobble length Victorian parlour maids out fit sold by Ectomorph, I order one.
I order a corset designed for a 32 inch waist, 4 inches less than my current waist so that I can start training my waist down.
I’ve booked a session with Mistress on the 21st, I have been instructed to bring along my purchases and to arrive at the session wearing the corset, no that is scary, going out in public wearing a corset under my clothes.
One small problem nothing has arrived yet.
It’s the mask, the thing that has come the longest distance at it arrives first, all credit to Kerrie, excellent service.
I try the mask on with my Cocoon Spanish style rubber TV dress, the effect is startling, it is a different person look back at me. My fantasies now have a female dolls face.
I email Kerrie to thank here for the good service and
enquire about the full female body suit she can make to order.
It’s the corset. I quickly fit the laces an proceed to lace myself in. God its hard to breath in this thing. I put on the female mask and a black open faced cat suit with feet and gloves attached. The suit is sucked in around the wait by the corset underneath, with mask peering through the open faced hood it looks absolutely stunning. My penis is rock hard under the suit, I need to wank! Unfortunately Mistress has asked me to abstain for 72 hour prior to our session, god this is going to be a tough last 48 hours.
The maids dress arrives the day before the session. The first thing I notice is the quality of the construction, but I dare not put it on, this close to the session with my balls fit to burst it would be asking for wondering hands to have a tug. Hmm, perhaps I should talk to mistress about chastity devices.
“I see you’re sitting very erect there, I think all men should be laced into a corset”, the mistress says as she walks in, she examines the lacing, moves the bow to the back and tightens it very slightly, “is that OK?”, “Yes Mistress” I reply thankful that it wasn’t tightened more.
“Ok, what have we got here” Mistress examines the items I have purchased, I think we’ll have you in a black cat suit, the maids dress and my white apron”. Trish is out on an errand so Mistress starts to help me dress, she brings in a black cat suit with an open faced hood, a set of suspenders, stockings, gloves, inflatable tits and a white apron. She helps me into the cat suit, when its zipped up I turn around and she’s smiling “Ooh that really brings your waist in nicely”. Trisha returns, she helps be don the stockings and the “Emerald” mask and then the inflatable tits. Then its the turn of the dress, she holds open for me and step in feeding in my arms at the same time, she draws zip up to the neck. The neck is stiff and high and very tight as Trisha closes the snap fastenings. Now the apron, its much better than mine, not as frilly, but it has a beautiful pleat at the front and very wide bands that wrap around and fasten at the back and wide straps that go over the shoulders and cross to go through hoops in the band and are then tied in a bow. Then, simple transparent gloves which I push under the white frilled cuffs of the dress. “Which wig would you like?”, “Lets go for brunet”, I reply. She fits it over my head, stands back nods, says “Well have a look at yourself in the mirror then”. I walk to the mirror, I’m stunned, staring back at me is a beautiful brunet rubber doll, I am instantly hard. Why oh why didn’t I bring a camera with me.
I’m led through to the medical room and strapped into the high backed examination chair, the barbed wire head guard is pulled down so that I dare not move my head, the mirror is pulled around in front of me and I sit staring at one of my fantasies brought to life.
“Hmm, Miss Britne’ is such dirty young girl, she needs to be treated”, Mistress walks over to me and lifts my dress, vibrator in had and starts massaging my cock “Your pussy is so big”, “Yes Mistress”. She lifts the head guard and undoes the straps. “Get up”, I getup, she sits in the high backed chain, “On you knees here sissy”, pointing directly in front of her, I kneel, “Worship and adore my feet”, “Yes Mistress”, I/Britne’ caresses and kisses her feet, “Mistress, I want to be in your service for life”, “Yes, I bet you do”.
“Now get up”, I/Britne’ stand up and she ushers me over to the mirror, “Now curtsy for me”, I/Britne’ tries, “You’re pathetic, do it properly, lift both you apron and dress, place one leg in front of the other”. I/Britne tries again, “That’s better, now keep practicing while I go and prepare for your treatment”. Britne’ continues to curtsy, it isn’t ‘I’ anymore, it is Britne’ the rubber doll/sissy maid.
“Stop that, get into this chair”, Mistress is back and is directing Britne’ to the examination chair with stirrups, “Now get in the chair, stop lift up your dress up”, Britne’ sits in the chair, Britne’ knows the drill, legs up in the stirrups, chest strapped, hands handcuffed at your sides. Mistress lifts the dress up and to one side exposing Britne’s very erect penis/pussy, she moves the mirror so Britne can see herself and leaves the room. Again looking back out of the mirror is Britne’ a sultry brunet rubber doll, the penis impossibly seems to grow further, shoulders pull back and heaving bosom is thrust forward, head alluringly to one side, the penis grows more, again thrust bosom and pout, she is teasing someone like a slut. This goes on for an undetermined time. Mistress enters the room grinning “Dirty young girl, how did she get so big”.
Britney only comes once during the session, at the end she is led to the bathroom where the mask is removed, I blink at the suddenly bright light.
At home later that night I come again explosively at the thought of what has transpired and then again a few hours later and the again in the morning…
I return to the city chambers, this time with a camera.
The session is similar to the previous but with a small twist, Britne’ is no longer a maid, but a nun,
This is quite addictive, at the end I don’t like de-masking and discarding the Britne’ persona.
The nun idea
introduced by Mistress during our last session struck a chord with Miss
so a full nuns habit was order from
She’s is beautiful as a chased nun. I am concerned about the chased bit, Britne’ seems to love the idea though, but of course she would she’s not the one who’ll end up with balls the size of a football!
I send some photo’s of what Miss Britne’ has been up to Mistress, I think she liked them.
“Any special requests today?”, I know what I’d like “May I wear your apron again, over the nuns habit?”, “Hmm, we’ll see”.
I’m dressed in the Britne’s mask and nuns habit and led into the medical room, strapped into the upright examination chair. Mistress enters, she is dressed in an incredible red nurses outfit, I/Britne’ is already erect. “Hmm, has dirty girl been naughty?”, “Yes Mistress”, “Hmm naught girl needs some therapy”. Cock rings are placed on my penis an current past through them, Mistress places a clip on my scrotum, it stings at first but then pleasure flows through my balls.
“Hmm, dirty girl needs spanking”. Britne’ is released from the chair and led into the bondage room where she is ordered to neal on the corporal punishment bench, “Get your arse in the air”, Britne is spanked with a paddle. What’s this? With every spank a warm feeling grows deep within, Britne waves her arse around in pleasure as she is spanked. Mistress has finished “I think Sister Britne’ enjoyed that, now get up”. The maid comes in and removes the dress part of the Nuns outfit and fits a short open fronted top with snap closure. Britne’ is led back into the medical room and told sit in the upright examination chair and wait.
Mistress returns shortly wearing her beautiful long white pleated apron, “Get up, neal in front of me and worship MY apron”. Britne’ does as she’s told, kissing it, breathing in its smell, caressing it, pressing her face hard into it making it hard to breath. “Hmm, I think Britne’ would like to take a vow of chastity”, “Oh, yes please Mistress”. “Hmm, I’m going to introduce you to some lesbian nun friend of mine”, “Oh yes please Mistress”, “made to fondle and caress each others big tits and to fuck each other”, “Oh, yes yes, Mistress, please”….
“That’s enough, now turn around and get on all fours. Good, now get your arse up in the air, I’m going to fuck you up the arse”, Britne’ replies “Oh please be gentle Mistress”. “Shut up and play with you pussy, I’m going to fuck you until you come”. Britne’s starts to masturbate, Mistress inserts her dildo, at first pain and then growing pleasure as Britne’s prostate gland is massaged by Mistresses thrusts. Britney shudders as she comes.
The fantasies I’m getting from yesterdays session are incredible, I email Mistress to let here know..
Got in last night, hit the bed and was out cold almost straight away!
I was quite surprised how much I enjoyed the spanking and the clips on my scrotum, for the later particularly when one of the cock rings touched one of them I think I got a bit of current through my balls, very nice! Also quite addictive, I just feel like I need more current through the balls, penis and arse while being spanked at the same time with an inflatable breath through gag in my mouth (to stop me moaning about it!), of course the pipe from the gag is connected to a re-breather bag with plenty of anaesthetic being supplied. This is followed by you fucking me hard up the arse (still electrified, gagged and gassed). During all this I’m not allowed to masturbate, and when you are finished with me you fit a catheter, chastity device and a but plug, fully dress me as a nun or maid with a serving apron and gag and then make me serve you for as long as you see fit before giving me a suitably strong clinical treatment and perhaps allowing me to release. Of course you might decide I need a night spent in an inflatable rubber body bag before the final clinical treatment… AND of course there’s the lesbian nuns you mentioned, arrrgh! Its just endless.
Now I’ve gone and stirred myself up!
After sending the email Britne’ has to go and play with her big tits…
Mistress isn’t happy that I’ve left it so long since the last session particularly given my response to it, still here we are…
“I want you in the corset, maids dress and just pussy pants today”, I’m left to dress.
The maid brings in the pussy pants, and helps me into the corset and mask, I don the pussy pants and maids dress, as the dress is zipped up I realise I have no breasts, I mention this to the maid who opens a draw and pulls out two gel breast forms. She positions them just above the corset and pull the dress closed, the gels suck against my chest, they have a much more realist feel to them, particularly the nipples. I then choose a red headed wig with sissy style curls, the maids cap is then fitted…
Britne’ is then led into the medical chamber and locked into a cage while she is made to wait for Mistress…
While waiting Britne’ presses her gel breasts against the bars, enjoying the resulting sucking action they make against her chest, she is becoming very aroused.
Mistress moves Britne’ from the cage to the upright examination chair and massages her penis with a vibrator, “Such small budding breasts Miss Britne’, so young she hasn’t had a chance to grow them yet”. “Hmm, I think dirty girl wants to be sent home in chastity and forced to come back in again to be released on another day”, “Yes Mistress” (Me: Hey, what was that ?!!).
“Enough, stand up and wait there”, Mistress leaves the room and re-enters carrying the inflatable breasts which are strapped over the top of the maids dress pressing firmly against the gels underneath, the feel is quite exquisite.
“Now kneel here”, “Yes Mistress”, “Now worship my arse”. Britne caresses and kisses Mistresses bottom, a thing clearly worthy of worship.
“Hmm, I think we’re going to cut the session short and send you home in chastity, you can come back tomorrow for the second half, but first I’m going to fuck you, now get down on all fours”. As in the last session Miss Britne’ is butt fucked until she comes violently.
I’m release from Britne’ and undressed, Mistress wants me to put on the chastity device. The device is a CB2000 and is made in two parts, a base ring that the balls and penis must be passed through and a front half into which the penis is inserted, the balls are sandwiched between the base ring and the “cod piece”. Three stays hold the cod peeve in place, one of which is threaded through the base ring through the back of the cod piece, it has a hole through which a padlock can be fitted to hold everything in place. Problem is I’m still too erect to get my penis through the base ring, Mistress is not happy “You’ll have to take it home with you and fit it there, as punishment you will wear the corset home”.
The train is very full on the way home, its probably pretty obvious that I’ve got something on under my T shirt, so I wear my jacket all the way home to hide it, it is very humid and I struggle to breath in the corset.
When I get home I immediately try to fit the CB2000, still can’t get my balls through as I’m still a bit erect so I email Mistress for some advice. She replies with the suggestion that I use plenty of lube and try placing the balls through the ring before the penis, she points out that se will not accept any non compliance on the command to wear the chastity device.
After eating a try again, following Mistresses advice I manage to get the base ring on, the cod piece follows but is hard work as I have become partially erect, still I manage to slide it into place and click the plastic padlock home. God what have I done? My balls are really being squeezed hard, I look in the CB2000 back and find an alternative stay that is longer, shit, too late now its done.
I need to have a piss, how that work then, I try standing in front of the toilet as usual but errant urine is spraying in all directions, to avoid this I have to sit on the toilet like a woman.
I’ve barely slept a wink all night, the chastity device is strangle stimulating, my fetish seems to be at the front of my mind and I immediately decide to put my corset on. As I lace myself down to 33 inches I notice that my balls seem to be growing, it is because as I get hard the back of the cod piece is force harder against my balls, which are by now aching away quite happily.
I potter around for a bit, intending to have breakfast and maybe do some gardening (believe me it really needs doing), but instead I’m drawn towards the wardrobe, hanging amongst the various suits and dresses is my black Cocoon floor length Spanish Flamenco dress, I decide to wear it, the nuns habit, the apron from the maids outfit and a gas mask…
Fuck, I need some relief and dressing like this doesn’t help, but it’s a vicious circle, without relief the sexual drive to wear the outfit continues, wearing the outfit increases the urge for relief…
Is this how people get drawn into full time fetish life styles?
I email Mistress to let her know how proud I am of my creation.
I remove the gas mask so I can have some breakfast, egg on toast.
I remove everything including corset so that I can wash and shower. I’ve been thinking about Mistresses Black and orange sissy outfit that I’ve worn in the past and am thinking it would look amazing on Britne’ with her wearing the sissy read head wig I had worn during the last session, I hope Mistress will let me wear it.
I put the corset back on and lace myself in to 33inches again. Corset, CB2000 and trousers aren’t interacting well, the corset causes the trousers to sit much higher than normal which causes them to pull against the CB2000 making sitting and bending down and sitting quite painful. Walking is becoming increasingly difficult as well, my swollen balls are splayed wide by the CB2000 so that if I try to walk normally my legs keep squeezing my balls against it, given that they already ache, this is not very comfortable.
I head into
Arriving at Euston I need to buy a ticket as my local station has no office an there have been no conductors on the train, so I go to the barrier and am told to use the ticket office just the other side. “You all right there mate?” ask one of the staff, “Yeah sure, just need a ticket”, I notice a few other odd glances. Surely they can’t see the corset its under a loose shirt and a jacket. I get to the front of the line and get my ticket, as a walk away I happen to glance downward, “Shit”, the corset laces are dangling between my legs, I quickly tuck them in my trousers and head off to find somewhere to sit and read to kill half an hour before heading over to the Barbican.
Trish ushers me into the bedroom and asks me to start getting my clothes of straight away, so I strip down to the corset and CB2000 and wait for Mistress.
Mistress comes in shortly afterwards, “Ooh look at that”, we discuss what it has been like, Mistress seems happy with my discomfort. “What have you brought today?” I show her the cat suit, “I think you need to be wearing that today and the nuns outfit today with a bit gag Miss Britne’”.
I ask if Mistress could extend today session at all, “Unfortunately not, but I think that’s an around about way of asking if you can spend another night in chastity and to come back tomorrow to be released, isn’t it?”. Now, I wasn’t expecting that but the idea was immediately appealing, “Yes Mistress”.
“I’ve been fantasizing about how good Britne’ will look in your orange and black sissy out fit, would it be possible to wear it today?”, “NO. Perhaps in tomorrows session”, an imperious stare silences any further protest, “Sorry Mistress”.
Mistress leaves and Trish comes in to help me dress. Cat suit over the top of corset, mask on, Britne’ arrives! The Nuns dress and habit come next, inside Britne’ the heat is starting to make me struggle with panic. I have to turn the bit gag down as Britne’s mouth isn’t wide enough to take it without being completely sealed or ripped, Mistress isn’t happy. Trish takes a some of photos of Britne’…
Britne’ is led into the medical room where she is briefly shut in the cage before Mistress arrive, I ask Trish if I can not be left alone to long as the heat is causing panic. Mistress comes through quickly and moves me to the upright examination chair…
Mistress proceeds to examine Britne’s caged penis and balls, “Hmm I wonder if I should send Miss Britne’ home without being released”, “Please release me mistress”. “Hmm, I think you need to be spanked”. Britne’ is led into the bondage room, told to kneel on the corporal punishment bench, “Four sets of six on each cheek and you will thank Mistress after each set”. Arr, six strikes, “Thank you Mistress”, again on the other cheek “Thank you for punishing me Mistress” and so on.
“Get up and follow me, no wait a minute”, Mistress picks up a gas mask and straps it over Britne’s face, the lenses immediate steam up and I can’t see much of anything. Britne’ is led back to the medical room and strapped into the chair again. “I think we’re going to send you home without release”, “Please Mistress I beg you to release me”. “Hmm, Ok let me go and get a pair of scissors to release the lock”. Mistress returns and releases my penis and balls from the CB2000. Mistress starts probing Britne’s genitals with various vibrators, “How do you feel Britne’?”, “I want you to fuck me mistress, fuck me up the arse”. “Hmm, lets try something different but its going to be difficult”. Mistress tells Britne’ to hook both legs behind the hand hold on the arms, she struggles so Mistress forces one leg over, the other leg just won’t go but I hold it in place, it hurts. Mistress put lube up my arse and pushes an electrically conductive but plug up it, “Arrrgh, it hurts mistress, it hurts”, “Good, now shut up”. She pulls the cat suit zip over the but plug to hold it in place, the current makes my arse jump, sharp hard pulses, “There you’re being electrically fucked by Mistress, now don’t moan this is what you asked for”. The pain subsides…
Britne’ is told to get out of the chair, clasping the but plug as it feels like it is falling out, she is led to chair with stirrups and ordered into it, legs up into stirrups, cock rings over penis, current in both arse and penis, pain and pleasure. Mistress starts to masturbate Britne’. “Are you read y come yet?”, “Not yet”. “Here then masturbate yourself, I want a load before you leave”, release comes with a shuddering orgasm.
At the end of the session mistress can’t refit the CB2000 as I’m still to erect, so I’m sent home with instructions to fit it that evening. I ask for dispensation as I’m supposed to be going out later and wanted to go to gym Monday morning, Mistress isn’t happy but she agrees.
Wandering hands are becoming a concern so I decide to skip the gym and fit the CB2000 as soon as possible….
Damn, I’m out of lube, my balls won’t go through the base ring without it, what to use, olive oil? No, brilliant for enemas but to much residue as an external lube. Arr, after sun lotion, that will do it and its moisturising as well! Christ I need to be quick, I’m starting to get hard, this needs to be done while I’m flaccid. There, lotion liberally spread on my tentacles and penis, quick, balls squeezed through the base ring followed by my rapidly growing member. There, that’s the hard bit done.
I look at the front piece of the chastity device, trepidation and excitement flowing through me, penis quiet erect now, the base ring adding to the feeling, I just want to put it on now, in fact I must put it on now, I am compelled by my Mistresses command. Forcing my penis into the entry, pull back hard, guide bars and central stay lined up and in, oh, that feels good. Damn, haven’t put the spacers on, start again, penis more rigid this time, stays and guide bar through holes, arr yes that feels good, the padlock… Click. I’m imprisoned. Christ, its only , that means at least 30 hours with this thing on, no relief, balls growing larger all the time…
Ouch! In my rush to fit the chastity device I didn’t pull my foreskin back, now it keeps pinching against the outer bars of the device. Still, I’m quite relaxed as I write this for my Mistress, I would like to don some rubber, but I know from yesterday that the absence of relief will mean I won’t get out of it for the rest of the day, so I’m resisting.
I put on a sleeveless rubber cat suit with feet to increase my stimulation levels while being very discrete under my clothes in case of callers, it has a whole at the front through which I’ve passed my caged genitalier allowing me to urinate without removing the suit.
Now back to writing of my first experience at city chambers.
I’ve just finished writing about my first experience at city chambers. Its time for me to don my corset. I intend to wear it for 3 hours until around 6.30 when eat.
Ok, corset is on, waist is at 33 inches so a 3 inch reduction, it looks very good in the mirror particularly in contrast with black of the cat suit (shame it isn’t one of my full coverage suits), although it looks a bit misshapen around the chest, and it appears to have twisted slightly during lacing. I’ll correct the alignment in an hour or so when I tighten further, I think I’ll try for another ½ to 1 inches.
It is quite difficult to breath, I am no longer able to fully fill my lungs and the chastity device and the corset tend to push towards each other making sitting quite difficult. Strangly I don’t feel very sexually stimulated, yet I feel compelled to continue.
My balls have started to ache!
Time to tighten the corset further, hooking the laces over a door handle while facing a mirror I work my way forwards as I tighten them. My waist looks very narrow in the mirror, I feel I can go further but I think I’ve reach the limit of this corset, I tie it off and measure the waist :
Wow, a 31 ¾ inch waist! Given this is a 32 inch corset that is it, although around the chest there is still about half an inch to go, although despite trying very hard I am unable to move the laces in any further, it looks good in the mirror,
I think wearing the rubber suit underneath has actually made it easier to close the corset.
Breathing is a little more laboured but quite manageable.
Look at the time, no wonder I’m hungry! Still tightly laced in the corset, although I may need to release soon and I’m getting some pain in the lower left side of my back, although stomach in (not that it has got far to move), chest out, back side out and shoulders back seems to relieve it somewhat. Hmm, now where was it I saw a disciplinary corset that did exactly that, hmm Marqui do exactly that for 525 Euros (ouch), made of rubber, it has straps over and around the shoulders to pull them back and around the groin (can be fitted with a but plug, nice), maybe my next purchase??
My balls are aching, but I haven’t been particularly hard. Hmm, I think the cat suit may be squeezing a bit hard on the trunk of my cock and balls. Lets pull the cat suit in front of my balls, shit ripped it, ache is subsiding though.
I really wish I was wearing a full coverage cat suit now, maybe at when the risk of callers drops and I can shut the curtains across my front door without it seeming strange. I think Britne’ may come out to play as well at that time.
I’ve decided I (or was it Britne’?) must stay corseted until I go to bed and if possible even sleep corseted. Must eat.
Finally cooked food, just went for some soup, I don’t think the corset will let me eat anything else. Christ, the wait would fall of me if I could persuade myself to be corseted as soon as I get home from work, but I think I’m only tolerating it due to being in chastity. Hmm, a more concealable chastity device could be worn indefinitely…
The corset is still laced down to 31 ¾ inches, am now wearing rubber from head to toe and am “en Britne’”,
The suit doesn’t pull in fully at the waist and Britne’ has no tits, a set of those little gel ones we used on Friday evening would work wonderfully, but if the suit was hermetically sealed for life at this point Britne’ would be happy. That said my balls ache like hell!
Why did Britne’ chose this suit instead of one of her dresses? Simple I had worked out how to make myself come. Conductive butt plug up the arse, conductive electrode wrapped around the base of the penis, hook up to my home made stimulation amplifier that can deliver enough current to easily make me come, and very nice I’m sure it would feel as well.
Britne’ put her foot down on this, we may be one, but she is chased. So Britne’ had me donned this suit as it has no through zip, is tight and affords no access once on and has an outlet that I can still go to the toilet through, and it’s a nice suit to wear of course, and now I’m wearing it I’m with Britne’ 100% on the choice.
Britne’ thinks we need a more effective form of chastity to stop whats mention above, something that totally encases my genitals, includes a heavily inflated butt plug that leaves me desperate to expel 24/7. As a result of being butt plugged I would need a deep colonic irrigation to be performed two or three times a week to keep my bowels clear. Of course I may occasionally deserve to be milked at my mistress’s whim, for this purpose the “pouches” that contain my balls and penis would be made of conductive rubber and the butt plug replaceable with a conductive one allowing for high intensity electrical milking without the device ever being removed.
God, reading the above again I think I’m sick! I can’t help it though just the look of Britne’ prancing around makes my resistance melt.
Britne’ is prancing around the house staring at herself in every mirror. I feel strangely content.
Feeling like this I seriously consider selling up and becoming a life style fetishist as being a real option in life.
Hmm, I placed my balls fully into the sheath fitted to the suit as it felt more comfortable, unfortunately I think one of then may be migrating back through the base ring, may have to take the suit off to check I really don’t want to though as I’m in a good place right now.
Hmm, tried positioning the base of the sheath behind the CB’s base ring, had to stop short of fully doing this as the edges of the padlock look like they’re going to split through the rubber sheath. Settled for placing the base of the sheath behind the balls but in front of the CB’s base ring, both balls appear to be present and correct, I’m still in the suit and still happy.
I need to go to bed as Britne’ needs to get up in the morning to finish of her story for Mistress, but I don’t want to take the suit off, I am one with it.
I going to try sleeping in it, I may need to remove the mask though as its hurting my ears, lets see how I get on though.
I haven’t slept all night. I removed the female mask at , it didn’t help much. I tried loosening the corset at , this helped little, but as I drifted off I kept coming around in a panic. So, at I removed the corset, (un)fortunately the suit was still heavily stimulating me. By 6am I’m sweating heavily again, I’m writhing around desperate for some relief, but its not going to come while in chastity, instead I just end up hot to the point of feeling ill, although I doubt the absence of sleep is helping much either. I get up and go to the toilet. On the way back to bed I see the female mask laying on the floor, I pick it up and don it, I’m still wearing it now. I’m now going up stairs to don the corset again, I’m still tired but no longer ill, I had glass of juice when I got down stairs, I think the sugar rush helped a lot.
Early morning Britne’ is all inside out,
Need to go to the loo, as I stand up I find that my feet are becoming very full of sweat, a good indication that its time to de-robe, wash and bathe. A point that is brought home by nearly slipping over on the way back from the toilet, sweat filled latex can be dangerous! I’m going to try and enjoy it until though as I will then have been in the sleeveless cat suit for 18 hours and the full coverage one for 13 hours. Besides, it still feels exquisite, it’s a shame I’m not fully fem.
I’m starting to get some irritation around my face so I’ve decided to remove the mask 45 minutes earlier than intended, sorry Britne, Mistress will have you out again later. I hope my allergies aren’t about to extend to latex.
Blast, the sheath on the front of the suit has sealed itself up, I go to the toilet and find piss filling up the suits legs instead of exiting from the front of the sheath. Hmm, only 20 minutes to go, and it is kind of erotic knowing that I have effectively just pissed myself, good job its not a through zipped suit, it would be leaking all over the place now. The suit stays on.
I really don’t want out of the suit, but I have to take it of, the fluid in the feet and legs has probably gone toxic by now, besides I can feel that my feet are turning into prunes! Come on upstairs into the shower NOW.
God, my hands are worse than my feet, they’ve gone completely white and wrinkled enough to belong to a 100 year old!
Still, am I glad to be free? No, I still have a locked CB2000 on and have still had no relief.
Must get on with the essay for Mistress.
Just phoned Mistress to confirm this evenings appointment “Do you mind moving it?” she asks, “Sure, when’s good for you?”, “I was thinking tomorrow as I think you need more time to suffer”. Oh god just as I was ramping up for the session, “I’m expecting a delivery tomorrow”, “That’s Ok, we’ll move it to tomorrow”. “Have you been behaving yourself?”, “Well I’ve worked out how to bring myself of” I say. She asks, “What, only two days in chastity and you’ve already found a way around it?”. In reply I explain the e-stim trick with the amplified power box, “Bring that in with you tomorrow, I may need to confiscate it”, “Mistress I promise I won’t bring myself of with it” I say, and it’s the truth, as in all honest I think I’m enjoying my short spell in chastity as it is bringing out the hardcore of my rubber fetish (I haven’t tried sleeping in rubber for years).
I’m in real trouble though, as I put the phone down I realise I’m desperate for relief, what state am I going to be in after another 27 hours?!
The thought of further enforced chastity just compounds the problem with my penis swelling within the CB2000. I hope mistress releases me on Tuesday.
Have had a couple of hours sleep to make up for last night, I feel much better. I’ve decided no rubber until . I’ve polished up the rubber suit I wore all last night and have the inside talked ready for use. I think I’ll use my zip less royal blue suit with gloves and feet as the under suit today, but that will have to wait to 9pm however much I would like to put it on now.
Looking at the photographs from Fridays session I realised how repulsive my hairy arse must be to Mistress as she fucks it. As a result I have shaved the bulk of the hair from the lower half of my body, this feels very different and I wonder what rubber will feel like as a result. I would like to shave my entire body but that would be a little bit obvious.
I’ve placed the corset slightly higher on my body today, the central point at the base of my ribs, I intend to start to draw the base of my ribs in more, I’ve laced down to ~33 inches. Its harder to breath than it was yesterday with the corset lower and laced down to 31 ¾ inches.
Food, Ok lets order a pizza.
I don’t want to deny Miss Britne’ her full feminine look, but it is a very hot night. I decide to don my white cat suit with inflatable tits and wear the corset over the top.
Before I even get the corset on the sweat is dripping from the through zip, I can see this isn’t going to be a night for extreme tight lacing, sorry Britne’. Still the look isn’t bad,
I decide to put the blue cat suit over the top of this.
Britne’ really needs to sort out some hips in order to finish off her look. I was looking at femskin.com today, hmm, silicon rubber pussy pants with gel buttocks! The full body suit is very tempting as well but its not cheep and wearing it will be like being locked into chastity. Err how is that any different to what I’m being subjected to now?
The sweat is running down inside Britne’s face i.e. on my face inside the mask, this may be a short session. No, lets try and push it to , plenty of fluids, Britne’ will be fine.
Britney settles back in the chair, deep breaths, a sweet smell of warm rubber wafts up her nose, a deep feeling of contentment comes over me within Britne’. Lie back, a heat swells deep inside. GOD I NEED TO WANK. Relax go with it…
Britne’ has an idea….
Now to see her tits Britne’ just needs to look down. They can almost be push up to her face, nice.
A consequence of rushing around in sweat filled rubber socks….
Sister Britne’ makes an appearance, now I ask you, does this nun look chased to you?
Despite the heat, as with this time last night, I find myself in a good place that I don’t want to leave. Time to go to bed.
I remove Britne’s mask and lower an re-secure the hood of the white cat suit, I then drop the top of the blue cat suit down to my waist (it has no zips) and work my arms out of the sleeves while keeping my hands in the gloves. The inside is soaked with sweat making this difficult, the corset is soaked and showing signs of yellowing. Undoing the bow at the front I gradually work the laces loose enough so that I can unhook the eyes. Disaster. Where each rib within the corset was against the cat suit and rust coloured stain can be seen, damn, that won’t come out. Annoyed I pull the blue cat suit fully back on and head back into the bedroom, I put the nuns habit back on so that the only things I’m missing are the mask and corset, the tits are still fully inflated.
I lie on my back and start drifting off to sleep, but my sinuses decide to start playing up and I keep stopping myself from fully falling asleep by snoring and gasping for breath.
I deflate the tits enough so that I can lay on my side comfortably and take a decongestant, I start to drift off to sleep. Problem, the suits have moved into a new phase of intense feeling, I’m writhing with pleasure again, fuck I want relief, that’s just not going to happen.
Still fully awake, this was the time that I had promised myself earlier that I would remove the suit if I’m still awake, but there’s no way I’m going to take it off when it feels like this. The suit feels like electricity against my newly shaved legs and lower body. Groan, this is going to be a long night.
Just drifting off and the birds decide to start singing. That’s it, the suits are coming off as I have got to get some sleep. In the bathroom I start working my way out of the blue catsuit, the sweat suddenly evaporating from the surface of the white on makes it cold to touch on the inside. Blue suit off I unzip the white one to the waist and step into the running shower and finish the job.
I go back to bed expecting sleep.
The movement of the sheets against my shaved lower body is causing shivers to run through my body. It may be nice but I just want some sleep.
I’ve caught a few minutes of sleep, but I’ve now decided the rest of the body hair with the exception of my lower arms and head is coming of.
I go to the bath room and start shaving the hair off my chest with electric trimmers. Then my upper arms. What the hell, in for a penny, I shave the lower arms as well. When its done I look in the mirror, wow now that is a new look. It feels good as well, not sure why I haven done this before.
There’s some patches on my back and arse I can’t get, I’ll ask the Mistress if she can help with those later.
I’m going to try a bit of E stim as after today, assuming Mistress frees me, it won’t be the same without the CB2000 holding things in place. Sorry Mistress I know you told me not to, but I promise I won’t bring myself off.
I insert a butt plug up my arse and place an electrode around the trunk of my penis and balls and connect to a basic PES E-stim box. With the frequency at its highest and the power on full, it feels, well, nice. Its the kind of stimulation that could be applied continuously by a chastity device, keeping you pleasantly aroused yet nowhere near orgasm. Hmm, I switch to a heftier power supply for the E-stim box. Straight to full power again, a bit more edgy but still a long long way short of being able to produce an orgasm.
The problem with high frequency current is that its addictive, you always want more. With myself still connected up and current flowing I fish out the amplifier box. Ok, its all hooked up, now don’t forget, no orgasm. With the amps pre-drive to 50% I start to wind the PES course power control round to full, then wind up the ‘Fine’ control for the real juice, I wind it all the way, fuck its good, painful but good. I see an inflatable rubber hood in the draw beside me, I pull it on and inflate it to enhance the effect. I turn the PES controls to zero and go to 60% on the amp, time for something different, set the frequency to its lowest setting and wind the PES control to the highest point I can tolerate, the pulses are like a shockwave repeatedly striking my anus and groin, I can’t go any higher, sweep the frequency control all the way around to maximum. This generates waves of pleasure and pain finishing in pleasure, but no sign of orgasm, I wind the PES power controls to maximum. I’m shuddering with the intensity of the pain and the pleasure, no orgasm and I’m starting to get hot spots on one of the electrodes. Power to zero 75% on the amp, I wind the power up, and up, Jesus Christ, my whole groin region feels like its being compressed, I max out the PES controls again, I think this is the most current I have ever taken. And here comes, the tell tale signs of an orgasm forming, an increasing sense of pleasure in my testicals, I immediately turn all power controls to zero and disconnect the leads from the electrodes and remove the. There’s some pre-come dripping from the front of my penis but nothing else, no orgasm, then it strikes me, I’ve just made things worse having wound my self up to point of orgasm and stopped. Groan.
Time for a shower and breakfast, can’t wear rubber this morning as I’m expecting a delivery. Sigh.
There’s a heat in my loins that won’t go away, god I wish the delivery would hurry up and arrive so that I can put some rubber on again.
The parcel I’m waiting for has arrived (unfortunately not fetish related).
My whole groin area is buzzing in anticipation of tonight’s session, I should probably get myself into the corset, but first I need to finish describing how I ended up in this predicament.
I try calling Mistress to confirm the appointment ans ask what she would like me to bring to the session. No answer.
Mistress returns my call, she asks me to bring my Spanish Flamenco dress an anything else sissy like that I have.
Britne’s story is done, so its time to get ready…