New year, new dungeon layout

The fourth Thursday in January saw me lugging my bag of tricks across Leeds to see Mistress Claire at Quest‘s all day TV event. I’d decided pretty much at the last minute to wear my pink maid’s uniform along with matching shoes and Alice band, as well as the replacement for my “old faithful” cheap corset which had arrived a few days before. I really don’t talk anywhere near as much as I should about how fantastic Mistress Claire looks – I struggle with both receiving and giving complements generally, something I need to work on – and, whilst it’s always true, in this particular case she’d chosen a leather catsuit and thigh length boots which drew even more well-deserved attention than normal from onlookers and left me more weak at the knees than usual!

The first tie of the day was to what I’ll have to stop referring to as the “new bondage chair” (it’s been in the dungeon for a few months now but has at least changed position since last time, I’ll give it a little thought before the next report, but “throne” seems oddly appropriate despite the person sitting in it being bound in place with their legs embarrassingly held apart) with rope since the straps had mysteriously disappeared! Once securely tied in place with my naughty bits tightly bound for good measure, I was then hooded and my ring gag applied just before a girl who wanted to have her way with me entered the dungeon and asked Ma’am for permission.

I do have to say that it’s incredibly arousing to be caressed, fondled, groped, ground against and rather forcefully kissed whilst completely helpless like that, not knowing who is doing it, what they have in mind or indeed being able to do anything about it. This onslaught went on for some time (although I’d be hard pressed to say how long since I was in my own little world throughout in part due to the hood) and, after the first girl was satisfied, another took over! I honestly can’t say who did what because it all blended together in my mind, but I do remember someone whispering into my ear about how beautiful I was through the lycra hood.

The next position was a punishment; my wrists, elbows and ankles were very tightly bound together and the O ring on my collar secured to one of the tethering points on the scaffolding before I was gagged and blindfolded. Mistress Claire later described this position as a form of “predictive bondage” where the victim spends their time helpless and worrying about what would happen if they were to lose their balance whilst teetering in that permission. I suspect this was a light punishment but my imagination has been both nervous but excited about how precariously strict this position could become with less slack on the rope to the collar or “stimuli” being applied to temporarily distract from the predicament! After being left to worry for a while I was released and the next position was sitting on my familiar kneeling bench with a hood and gag applied – I spent quite some time that way and, not long after being released, we were told that the food had been put out so made our way to the bar.

On returning to the dungeon, Mistress Claire tied my arms behind my back in a restrictive but surprisingly comfortable position and just as she was applying the finishing touches Vixen also turned her attention to me, specifically by producing her rubber doll hood and pulling it over my head before zipping it up. Since Ma’am was about to deal with a girl called Claire who wanted to experience bondage for the first time – a friend of Jemma’s from the previous report – I spent some time as Vixen’s willing plaything; we tried to find a position we’d both be comfortable in and I ended up sitting on the metal floor in front of her as she stood to use me orally, apparently enjoying herself because she eventually left a sticky mess all over the hood!

Afterwards the two of us sat down together for a chat – I was already sitting with my arms still bound and, until I managed to stand leaning on the kneeling bench, had assumed myself to be stuck there without help – with one of the main topics being dominance; Vixen feels that she’s nowhere near as dominant as Ma’am and I’d agree with that, but as long as she enjoys playing the way she does and the people she’s with enjoy it too it’s all good really. I’m all too happy to help in that respect, as it were, as long as Mistress Claire is happy with me doing so.

Once I’d been freed again and Vixen had said goodbye, Mistress Claire, myself and Claire retired to one of the bedrooms; Jemma joined us initially as Ma’am bound Claire in a comfortable but restrictive position on her side but, once she saw that Claire was comfortable, Jemma left to entertain herself. I was restrained me on my back with my wrists bound to the top of my thighs and we spent a relaxing time together in the darkened room. I was released when Claire needed to be untied, so Ma’am and I took a small break in the bar before returning to the dungeon.

I was bound sitting on the kneeler again with blindfold and ring gag applied for a wonderful orgasm which, to my shame, I realise now that I might not have seemed appropriately thankful for at the time; I was left bound in a post-orgasmic haze until released and soon found myself bending over the small kneeler where my wrists were bound so that I could receive the now regular caning; perhaps it was because I’d so recently been relieved sexually, but I seemed to be less able to suffer for Ma’am than usual and spent a lot of time writhing around and sobbing. This is something I perhaps need to build up some courage to discuss with Mistress Claire, because I don’t want to spoil her enjoyment and many need to ask for more firm restraint in future!

After I was released it was time to change and head home. As always my thanks need to go to the fantastic Mistress Claire for a wonderful day because it wouldn’t be anywhere near as amazing without her there. I’d also like to thank Vixen for “making” me wear her hood and what happened next, as well as the girls who used me for their own arousal whilst I was helplessly bound.

Non-specific December greetings

I wasn’t sure if Mistress Claire would be able to make the last Quest TV event of 2016 but fortunately she was; my Beloved had wanted to attend because it was to be a Christmas event (very few people dressed for the occasion and I’m not particularly fond of the “festive season” myself so my only concession was a “bah humbug” hat) so, pausing at McDonalds for breakfast, we made our way to the club. I’d decided to wear my black PVC maid’s uniform, corset and the black 4″ heels with ankle straps – which reminds me, I’ve been saying that I want another pair of black court shoes so talking about it here might actually wedge that thought into my long term memory – although I did completely forget to put my favourite collar on whilst getting changed and dressing as a maid but forgetting the collar feels a little… well, odd really!

Before we started, I needed to apologise to Mistress Claire because my previous report was shockingly late. This apology took place in the dungeon with her sitting on the padded top of the cage whilst I knelt before her on the hard metal floor and stumbled over my words a little whilst trying to get across how sorry I was. Thankfully she was in a good mood so, whilst I was to be punished and quite rightly so, Ma’am was more forgiving than I could have hoped for. Despite the discomfort of the floor I did enjoy kneeling before my Mistress like that and, thinking about it now, it’s not something she often insists on… perhaps I need to volunteer more often?

To begin with, Mistress Claire moved the kneeling bench into one of the corners and I was bound to it before being hooded and having my panel ball gag applied; I was left that way for quite a while, unable to move, see or speak but feeling relaxed as well whilst listening to what was happening around me. Ma’am has previously experimented with the new bondage chair that Quest added to their dungeon and wanted to try a few things so, after being released, I soon found myself suffering a teensy amount of discomfort whilst sitting with my legs open and restrained by the leather straps as my wrists were bound with rope to tethering points on the chair and my Lycra hood and ball gag applied again.

One of the dungeon’s visitors that day was Jemma, who hadn’t previously been tied up but, whilst understandably nervous, wanted to experience it. She took my place on the bondage chair and, once securely strapped and tied down, was fondled through her knickers by Ma’am for a while until I was ordered to take over and then kiss her whilst doing so. I possibly don’t come across as shy but in many respects I am so snogging someone who couldn’t get away from me was an unusual experience! Once Jemma had been released I was bound again, this time with my arms behind me so that I could be led around the club by Mistress Claire and, when we returned to the dungeon my legs were also bound to render me immobile once more. I stayed in this position for a little while until we heard that the buffet had been put out, although by the time I’d been freed a lot of the food had already been eaten!

Next Mistress Claire wanted some rope practise and I happily stood as she applied a Dragon tie to my upper body; the result was quite strict but still comfortable; there was a crotch rope as well which made moving around a little more interesting. The small kneeling stool was my next destination before my knees were bound together and a blindfold and my gag applied; having Mistress Claire press herself against me whilst she worked on the ropes binding me to the chair was a wonderful experience and I was then left in my own little world for a while with just the crotch rope and Ma’am’s occasional but painful attention.

We had another quick rest once I was released and then retired to one of the bedrooms with Jemma; Ma’am had decided that I was only there to observe and therefore bound my wrists behind me, so I was left to one side on the bed as Mistress Claire and Jemma got to know each other more intimately. We were there quite a while and I suspect this uncomfortable position might have been part of my punishment for being late with the report but, once they’d finished getting to know each other, I was freed and taken back into the dungeon and bound over the small kneeling stool so that a more physical form of discipline that left marks could be delivered – Ma’am also drew a couple of crosses on my behind with a marker pen to help with her aim in the low light of the dungeon! I know that she wasn’t in a particularly sadistic mood that day so I got off quite lightly all told, although it didn’t feel like that during the punishment itself and I squirmed around in my restraints… although with that said, there’s a part of me that occasionally dreams of suffering until she cries but the rest of me is trying to gag her!

By that point it was quite late in the day and, since I’d remained chaste for two weeks before seeing Mistress Claire but hadn’t been given any release… well, I rather selfishly asked! She said that she hadn’t planned on doing it but (at which point I think my heart might have skipped a beat) but agreed – presumably due to the almost pathetically desperate look on my face – and secured me to the bondage chair for a second time before letting me squirt and taking a final, post orgasmic picture as I sat there, bound and exposed. And that was the last act of the day, so to finish this report I must thank Mistress Claire for dealing with me whilst being wonderful as always and my Beloved because it’s never quite the same when she isn’t there to wander into the dungeon to tease me whilst I’m helpless! And thanks to all of the people at Quest that day for making it an enjoyable event.

Very late fireworks

The 24th of November was the all day TV party at Quest in Leeds, so yours truly made her way there with a bag full of girly things and bondage equipment to see and indeed serve the wonderful Mistress Claire. My outfit for the day was to be my pink French maid’s uniform, along with the pink high heels I had to wear with it already and a newly purchased Alice band to match them; I wouldn’t normally describe myself as a huge fan of pink as a colour, but that doesn’t seem to apply in this case and, after the corset was applied and a little wriggling to get into the uniform, I headed into the bar area to curtsey for Ma’am.

Mistress Claire had purchased some new rope on the day which was coloured red and flatter than what she regularly uses on me, so I was bound to the kneeling bench with it before my Lycra hood and panel ball gag were applied to leave me unable to move, see or really make myself understood. It could be my imagination but it felt like the rope made the bondage a little more restrictive, although I wouldn’t be able to put my finger on why; it wasn’t uncomfortable however, and I spent quite a while sitting in bondage and happily lost in my own thoughts without issue.

The next bondage position was, at my own request, a strappado. I seem to really enjoy the helplessness especially whilst gagged, wearing heals and standing with my legs tied as well, maintaining that position for any period of time isn’t easy – I soon feel it in my legs – and it leaves me very vulnerable for whatever Mistress Claire might decide to do to me. The helplessness continued even when my arms had been lowered, since I soon found myself secured with my bound arms against the cross for some quite harsh but almost certainly deserved torment.

After suffering for Ma’am in that way my arms remained bound but I was allowed something of a rest, being led on a rope into the bar area and told to sit down on one of the sofas. The hood had made a complete mess of my hair when being removed so I spent a lot of time flicking my head around and blowing upwards in a vain attempt to control it! There were also some threats of me being kept in bondage and fed by someone else when the food arrived, but nobody could be found so I was released and didn’t have to suffer that indignity, although it can only be a matter of time. I’m still unsure how that’s going to feel as an experience; at the very least it’ll be quite humiliating having to rely on someone else in that way…

When we returned to the dungeon it was very busy, with two women dominating a submissive sissy. I watched for a while as they dished out a punishment and gave orders to find people to pleasure orally before Mistress Claire took me to one side to bind my arms, reapply my hood, strap the gag in place and then guide me around the room to sit on top of the cage to sit and wait. After a while sitting there and listening to what was going on, I was taken into one of the bedrooms whilst still bound and found myself lying helpless on the bed whilst Ma’am and Vixen had some time together. At some point – it’s hard to guess how long when in that situation – another girl came in and began to stimulate me before applying a condom and attempting to use me sexually! I’ve never been a “giver” as it were but being taken in that way was an interesting experience, although things didn’t go to plan possibly because I was in an awkward position on my back with my arms behind me.

After the other girl left, Mistress Claire allowed me to have an orgasm as Vixen watched before leaving the two of us together. Vixen has insisted on several occasions that she isn’t dominant, but when faced with me bound and wearing a hood that regularly seems to go out of the window; in fact she sat across my chest and, whilst I was pinned down like that still gagged and hooded, spent quite some time amusing herself by caressing and slapping me around the face! I hasten to add that this isn’t a complaint especially if she enjoyed herself at my expense, although I think the two of us need a little chat at some point as regards what constitutes being dominant!

Vixen had to leave and loosened my restraints to the point I could extricate myself – she was going to spend time untying me fully, but I knew she a train to catch so got unusually bossy and “told” her to leave- and, after waiting for Ma’am to return to the bedroom, we both went to the bar for another rest. I found myself talking to the woman in a couple for a bit and, after Mistress Claire and I returned to the dungeon and I’d been securely bound over the kneeling bench to receive some marks, they came in to watch. We had warned them beforehand that the play would be extreme, but I don’t think they were entirely prepared for me writhing around during the caning and asked if I was okay a couple of times before leaving the dungeon. I found them afterwards to explain that I take pain because I want please my Mistress rather than for my own enjoyment.

I was allowed a rest after the marks were made and then Ma’am used me to experiment a little with some more complex rope work. Once she was satisfied, I was once again led into the bar still trussed up and we talked a little before the time came for me to be released and get changed in order to head home. So to conclude, as always I’d like to thank Mistress Claire for a fantastic day and apologise to her for being so late with this report; that was down to ill health but I should still have taken less time over getting it posted and promise to do better next time. Thanks must also go to Vixen and everybody else at Quest for what was a great day, as well as my Beloved and Melanie who couldn’t be there.