The 28th of July was Quest‘s all day party event, so my Beloved and I packed up the toy bag and headed into Leeds city centre for breakfast before making our way to their venue for the day. I’d decided to don my little black dress with the leopard print top and heels, but this time around accessorised with some new hold up stockings (a few girls commented on these, they were purchased on the way to the club from a branch of Superdrug) and my corset-style belt. After getting changed, I headed to the bar area to meet and curtsey for Mistress Claire – something I was ordered to do more than once this time since my Beloved and another girl “heckled” the first one [mumbles] – and, once she was ready, I was led into the dungeon.
In keeping with what has become tradition, Ma’am first bound me to the kneeling stool, adding my newer ring gag and the blindfold for good measure. As always, that position left me feeling wonderfully helpless and exposed so, although I could wriggle a little, it wasn’t possible to move away from wandering hands or even say anything about where they were wandering and sitting like that meant that my quite short dress rode up to show off the tops of my new stockings rather well too! After being “warmed up” with that resstrictive but comfortable bondage, Ma’am wanted me on the cross for some fun; I was strapped into place with the heavy restraints on the cross itself and then made to wriggle and jump as much as the restraints would allow as she used various implements and her hand to redden my exposed bum! My pain threshold isn’t particularly high at the moment, but I did try to take as much as possible for her and hopefully she enjoyed herself.
Melanie Peach had arrived before I was released so, after our wrists were bound behind our backs, the decision was made to tightly tie the two of us back to back, securing our upper arms together so we could barely move. I’d previously taken off my heels before standing in front of the cross but Mel was still wearing hers; since I’m a little taller than she is that worked to line us up for bondage, but also meant she was having to concentrate on her balance, even more so after we were blindfolded and gagged because the tormenting that followed often meant that one of us was pulling against the bonds.
After a rest, Ma’am decided to use the scaffolding to tie me in strappado bondage – my wrists were bound together and then pulled upwards to make me bend over – and added further rope around my body for extra support so that not all of my weight was on my arms; this meant that I could stay in position for longer and, as with the previous time this tie was used, my behind was in the perfect position for further attention which is exactly what was lavished upon it. I would really like to try an even stricter version of this position at some point, perhaps even wearing heels and a gag to make things less comfortable… although saying things like that when I know Ma’am reads my reports is almost certainly asking for trouble!
Mistress Claire wanted to try something a little different after the strappado, so she had me sitting on the kneeling stool but facing the opposite direction as she tied me in place again. This meant that my legs were a little further apart than before but it was still a comfortable position and, looking at the pictures after the fact, it also offers new opportunities for others to have fun with me that the standard position doesn’t allow for, but for this outing I merely enjoyed the experience of being restrained as the pictures were taken and other thinga happened around the dungeon.
It was back to the scaffolding for a standing tie with my hands and arms bound tightly behind me and then lashed to two of the upright poles as Ma’am applied a blindfold and then spent a little time teasing the contents of my knickers and indeed me, before I was returned to my original seated position with gag and blindfold in place once more; but whilst once again helpless in this position I was also made to orgasm by her which, after two weeks of being chaste, felt utterly blissful especially since I had absolutely no say in the matter whatsoever. I needed a couple of quite shaky minutes in my restraints to recover from it as well but thanked Mistress Claire when my gag was removed.
Finally, we moved to one of the bedrooms where I was laid on the bed whilst Ma’am bound me with my legs together and my arms pinned by my sides, another reasonably comfortable but compromising position which I remained in for well over an hour before being released because we had to prepare to leave. As is always the case, my thanks need to go to both my Beloved and Mistress Claire for their attentions over the course of the day, my regular dungeon companion Melanie Peach who suffered alongside or more accurately behind me and indeed to everybody who was at Quest that day for what was a wonderful time. A larger collection of pictures taken by Ma’am can be found in the relevant gallery.