I love having Classic FM playing in the Facility. Inoffensive, calming, mood enhancing; to lift the spirits with soaring graceful pieces of musical genius. Particularly for my enjoyment…lengthy. Moments of nothing followed by a wonderful sound of the orchestra reaching their crescendo only to tail off and build again. You get the picture-Hence my love of inserting all 8 inches of the electro flexi sound into my Rubbertoys cock, connecting it to the sound activated series 2 electro box from E-Stim Systems
. Now set to pick up external noise, be it my voice or to lay it on the floor where it picks up the click-clack of my heels on the hard part of my floor. Today I place it right in front of the speaker and to my delight there’s wonderful lively music on.
‘Sensitivity’ on maximum, ‘Output’- nice and high as shown by the little row of lights leaping wickedly to the top of the meter. Behind the sensory deprivation mask there’s a satisfying groaning and gasping going on. A touch of hyperventilating as the the lights sit at the top and seem to stay there as the music builds. He’s a big fan of classical music so he really should be appreciating the finer points of the beautiful waltz.(I do like to give the CFM fans something to mess with the head. For those moments when away from me and they find themselves hearing the very piece that wafted through the room as I tortured them!)
In case Alex is settling into the music, maybe pushing it to a part of his head that’s dealing with pain, I reach down I take hold of the bulb that’s attached to the inflatable butt plug that’s been doing ‘its thing’ for an hour, and give it it’s 15th and 16th pump.
‘Hey Alex, what’s it like having a cricket ball growing in your ass?- groaning into a melon, that is!’
Tuesday delivered ‘M’. He’s a particularly weak sub. Weak physically & mentally. True doormat kind of critter, destined to spend his time with me well and truly as no more that a carpet dweller. He can’t make eye contact, but sneaks a peek as I look away. So I look at him and wait for his look, then he looks away, goes red and chews his lip. He never learns this game. He does it over and over. I enjoy this start to the session.
I order him to bend over the bench. I put my glove on, lube it up, stick my finger up his ass. Despite telling him this is about to happen, he still gasps and lets out a littly sissy yelp and gives a jolt. Trying to clench is no use with legs wide apart. In goes the E-stim butt plug, it’s set to ‘pulse’. I get him to slip on the leather harness that keeps the plug wedged firmly in place, then onto all fours…
I tie his balls with some string for ease of handling-he’s got very tight little nuts that have an annoying habit of crawling away to somewhere near his tummy when I’m around. When they’re neatly packaged all hard and turning nice and dark, I clamp the humbler on ready for his little parade round the room.
He’s fitted with the large rigid posture collar and dog leash set. To ensure he gets a good stride on I release his mitts and the ankle clasp and ‘walk on!’… I don’t know whether he’s uncomfortable or lazy buts it’s a very poor start. Iv’e told him to scuttle round the room for the amusement of myself and my blog fans, which should be incentive enough but, good grief, this really is like trying to flog a dead sub. Even my jabbing his foot with my heel doesn’t get him moving! If he thinks this is hard work then he’s going to struggle with the next task of standing up, going to the kitchen to make my coffee-I’ll make sure of it!
I have a new toy, and you are gonna love this one! For quite a while now I have had in my “armoury” the Robojac milking machine. Well guess what, those clever people at Funways Marketing in the U.S. have come up with a new improved, and I must say, much more user friendly model. This 13 Lb. device had to make it’s way back from my holidays in a suitcase that I took over especially for it’s transportation.
Now this little baby will have your toes curling and the spunk flowing in no time at all, and when it has drained the last little drops from your balls I might just leave it on and make you start all over again.
Now I have full control over suction level, stroke length, and speed of action, so I can either bring you off very quickly or make you suffer, begging for the relief that you desire as I lean over you letting you catch a glimpse of my cleavage and the smell of my perfume, as my hand “accidentally” brushes against your cock and balls.
With a range of custom fitted sheaths and a cock pumping device that sends blood rushing to your boyhood enough to turn it purple and engorged, we now have yet another device to keep me entertained, because as we know, that is the whole purpose of your visit to me.
Have a look at the demo video below, the full version with all of it’s naughtiness will be available as next weeks movie update, not one to be missed as there was plenty of sexy goings on when myself and Mr. Z got our hands on this fun machine.
At the “Facility” I have a special section for medical play. You will find re-breathers,catheters,needles,sutures,clamps,electro devices, enema giving implements,speculums  and the all important examination table complete with stirrups. All of these are used on a daily basis, all scrupulously clean and sterilized using an autoclave. All of the single use toys are just that, used once and thrown away. I take great care with my “patients”,  infection is not an option, and certainly not something that a professional like myself would ever put anyone in danger of contracting. For this reason I use only iodine or medical swabs to clean  any area that I am going to insert something into. Iodine is almost impossible to purchase in this country unless you have the proper licence, so whenever I travel to the U.S. I drop in on my favorite store in Las Vegas that sells medical equipment, I am like a kid in a sweety shop. I stock up on things that are either hard to get or very expensive in the U.K.
I have many guys that love these types of sessions so I keep them as realistic as possible, well if you call dressing in a rubber nurses outfit “realistic”. The thing is that as soon as I don my uniform a sadistic streak descends on me, just as well the patient gets secured tightly to the bed, I wouldn’t want them wriggling while I am trying to extract some blood for my records. Suturing is probably my favorite things to do in medical play. The ultimate chastity where I stitch your foreskin together so that you find it impossible (or very painful) to get an erection. I might then feel the need to test the strength of the sutures by leaning over the patient and brushing my breasts against the face, or whispering unimaginable pleasures into their ears. Ahh the screams that emit as the stitches pull tight against the bulb of the cock tell me that the sewing has achieved it’s purpose and has held fast against the ever increasing swelling of critters boyhood.
Catheter play would be my second favorite. As I skillfully slide 40mm of 16F foley catheter into a well lubed urethra, all the way in without a moments hesitation until it reaches the bladder. There is a sense of satisfaction if I manage to do this and the patient doesn’t scream, means that I have successfully lodged the rubber tube into exactly the right place. The confirmation of this is when urine starts to descend down the translucent device and collects into the disposal bag attached to the leg. But this is only the start of the fun, see remember that sadistic streak I mentioned earlier, well it really rears it’s delightful head during catheter play. The main effect of having a long latex pliable tube lodged way up into your cock and poking into the bladder is the uncontrollable urge to pee, and pee badly, so much is the urge  that sometimes the bladder forces the urine around the sides of the tube and out of the end of the cock into a pool underneath of patients bottom. So here we are, critter secured to the bed, catheter in place nice flow of golden liquid filling the bag, but what’s this, a clamp, and a devious Mistress with a smile on her face. The rest I’ll leave to your imagination…better still, leave it to mine!
You all know how much I love my gadgets, and especially ones that have electricity running through them! Well I just took delivery of what I can truly say is going to become one of my favorites. It comes from www.electrastim.co.uk and it’s called the Rocket, powered by the Series 2 electro box byE-Stim Systems
a strapon dildo attachment with a difference. This thing is gorgeous, all shiny steel, good weight, easily fits into your existing strapon harness as long as there is a backing so that the base does not come into contact with you. It is a good  170mm of insertable fun, oh and did I mention it has a current running through it!!! Now we’re talking. It has 2mm pin receptors (leads not included but they sell them as well) and can be used with your existing box, this is hours of fun. I ordered it on Thursday and arrived the next day in plain wrapping.
I pride myself in having one of the best equipped dungeons in the U.K. with the  toys to go with it. The rocket  is my first purchase from Electrastim and if this is the quality of their products you can bet I will be adding other fun stuff from them to my collection. Please enjoy the sample video, the full length unedited version will be making it’s way to my members site in due course.
Thanks to the close proximity of anus to penis, boys like things in their asses. Once they take the decision to have my good self to take their anal cherry they move on to anal invasion that’s a step further than ‘Strap-On’… Were talking fisting. Turning a sub that previously enjoyed being soundly stuffed with my cock now has a niggling thought that creeps to the fore of waking thoughts, distracting him when he least expects. Confidently taken cock, beg for a ‘big one!’ …”fill me!” and after a cleansing enema, I do!
They awake the following morn, bathed in sweat, raging hard-on and a curious new throbbing somewhere else- their sphincter and rectum itself is all a tingle, the cause of subs morning glory helped with the image of myself standing at your hole, framed by your own legs, raised and parted held in the stirrups. “What is happening?” you say, “I needing more and more of Mistress in my hole, part of her that I can feel properly. Her penis is heaven, but it’s made of silicone rubber. I need a warm, firm part of her in me”. That can only be one part of me- my fist. They tentatively enquire whether they can take my fist, of course you can! It takes several sessions, at weekly, 10 days, or fortnightly, no further apart. You trust me totally to look after you on a very scary journey of trust, power exchange, and transformation from strap-on fan to fist whore.
Without damaging you or hurting you too much (shove a hand in a hole that’s not ready, in a sub that’s not there mentally, and you’ll have a guy that sees a fist, and his sphincter snaps shut never to be relaxed). I’ve a duty of care, and enjoy taking them on such a journey. The day arrives. They enjoy an enema, unhurried, both the delivery and time spent in my warm bathroom waiting for the enema to do it’s thing. A quick shower after and all set to return to me empty of everything that might spoil subs enjoyment of the moment of entry. Your rectum is now a clean, empty place for my hand. Lie back, enter sub space, prepare to bliss out. Placed in a position that allows me to gradually, gently, sensually, stretch you. Lots of lube- some subs bring their own favourite. I like Crisco, infamous in the U.S. for it’s “other” uses!! Not as gross as you think. As it gets warm it gets fluid. It also acts as a moisturiser, like nappy rash cream- no.. really!
The moment has arrived. I know when he’s ready, I just do, 7 years practice. I tell him I am about to go in, he’s going to heaven. You’ll remember the first entry, FOREVER. My gloved hand, (it also helps that my hands are small and very slim) slips in. I absolutely love this moment. Our journey has just begun. I tell him this is the ultimate in ownership, no going back. A warm fist in this place is addictive. FIST WHORES are borne on my big red medical table. Now here’s a funny thing, the appointment frequency changes there and then. Monthly strap-on play.. fisting 3 weeks later- they appear 2 weeks later….. after my hug is collected at the door…. ” Mistress, can I come round this time next week?” of course, fist whore. This is not a derogatory term. I love your close proximity of penis to anus!!
