Before I start, yes this post is a little late even by my standards and I apologise for that; since my Beloved and I were at Quest in Leeds to see Mistress Claire on the 16th it should really have been posted a couple of days ago – Ma’am doesn’t set me any deadlines at least for the moment, but a week to process what happened and write things up is, considering my rather haphazard writing style and tendency towards procrastination, a reasonable period of time – but there was the EU referendum to worry about; I won’t go further on that particular topic apart from saying that I have nothing positive to say about the result…
So returning to the subject of heading to Quest, that’s what the two of us did starting with the now “traditional” breakfast at McDonalds beforehand. I’d planned to wear my PVC French maid’s uniform over the regular corset, along with hold ups and heels; there are sadly no pictures this time because Ma’am didn’t have her camera and, whilst our old Kodak was in the toy bag, I’d previously removed the memory card to transfer some images and forgotten to put it back in! [Mumbles and blushes] After changing I made my way to the bar area where my Beloved and Mistress Claire were chatting and just about managed to pull off a curtsey again – that still needs some practise which I will put in – and, after talking a little, we made our way into the dungeon.
The first tie of the day was seated on the kneeling bench with my arms bound tightly behind me and ankles apart whilst wearing my lycra hood and harness ring gag. That left me feeling quite helpless, especially when a couple of girls began playing with me; the position doesn’t allow particularly easy access to the contents of my knickers but that certainly didn’t stop anyone from trying, and the sensation of being both restrained and stimulated was amazing! My Beloved also wanted to be bound so, whilst I was sitting there, I could hear rather than see that; it’s hard to be sure, but if what I heard was anything to go by, she enjoyed herself! And whilst I was standing as Mistress Claire worked on untying me, one of the aforementioned girls returned to [blushes] finish what she’d previously started, leaving me quite literally weak at the knees!
Mistress Claire’s collared submissive has recently been experimenting with her feminine side, so the recently-christened Melanie and I found ourselves bound together whilst lying on the floor and basically cuddling, with our arms around each other and positioned so that our behinds were freely available! And, after Ma’am had amused herself with us, she handed her package over to my Beloved who proceeded to play a game where we had to decide how many swings of the flogger – our heavier shock cord one which has a sting but quite a bit of weight too – the other was to receive. This was cruel because, although I know Melane enjoys pain play, having to choose for her in that way just felt… wrong, especially since I could feel her against me, tensing up to receive the blows!
After we were both freed and given some time to recover, I found myself bound to the cross using it’s leather straps before the skirt of my maid’s uniform was lifted and tucked into the apron strap so that Ma’am could return to amusing herself with various implements before that focus on punishment continued with some strappado bondage; this is where the bound wrists are pulled upwards to be secured above the victim’s head so their body is forced to bend over, in this case with the rope going over the scaffolding. That position meant that I was essentially presenting my bottom once and, despite the generously loose tie, my arms and thighs were beginning to ache by the time Ma’am decided to take me down. I’d like to try that position again with perhaps a longer duration and stricter tie, although a gag might well be necessary!
The final tie of the day was sitting on a smaller kneeling bench and positioned with my back to two of the scaffolding poles, to which my wrists were bound; a final rope from my collar which held my head back, leaving me very open to being pinched or scratched. My brave – or more accurately foolhardy – pleas to Ma’am for more severity on previous occasions and during the day itself were met so I ended up going home with some redness on my behind, bruises in various quite intimate places and an angry-looking red line near my neck from Ma’am’s nails… which was worn with quite a bit of pride afterwards!
So to conclude, it was another wonderful day of submission for me and I really have to thank both Mistress Claire and my Beloved for their attentions throughout the day, as well as whoever it was playing with me whilst I was helpless and my dungeon companion Melanie, who gets an extra virtual hug since she’s going through quite a lot of stress right now. The next outing will be in just under five weeks, so I’ll have to think of something to post in order to fill the gap between now and the next report…!