Once again, last Thursday was spent in the company of my Beloved, the amazing Mistress Claire, Eric and lots of other lovely people at Quest in Leeds. About a week before I’d settled on dressing as a nurse – I have an authentic ward sister’s uniform purchased over the counter from a shop in town that sells work clothing amongst other things – and it got me quite a bit of attention from the other girls; I wore it with my corset, hold up stockings, heels and my favourite collar despite those not being regulation NHS attire! Mistress Claire told me that I looked very smart as I completely fluffed yet another curtsey before her… I need to work on those!
The first tie of the day was the now traditional one, sat on the kneeling bench with my hood and ring gag in place. My arms were secured behind me, then my ankles pulled apart and back before another rope was secured to the gag’s harness which pulled my head back into a wonderfully helpless and exposed position which I suffered for a short time until Mistress Claire decided to remove it. That torment was replaced by another however, when my little thing was tightly bound with some cord that Sweet Amy had mentioned having the previous month and graciously offered to bring along; along with some stimulation from Mistress Claire and Amy, it kept me excited for what I think was the best part of two hours (as noted previously, it’s very easy to lose track of time in these situations) until it was decided that I needed a rest.
After a quick break for a much needed drink, I was tied in the same general position but with just my gag harness in place, allowing me to watch what was happening around me in the dungeon; that included seeing Mistress Claire’s submissive Eric bound to the scaffolding and squirting by her hand after over three weeks of self-inflicted chastity! I also got to see him being teased by Vixen and being made to go down on her until Mistress Claire decided to add a hood to my ensemble; I lost track of time once more, but not long after being released the buffet was put out in the bar, so we made our way there and I was sent scurrying around to get plates of of food.
On returning to the dungeon I volunteered to wear Vixen’s doll mask because I know she likes seeing girls in it. It’s a rubber hood that makes the wearer look a little like a blow up doll with wide eyes and mouth holes and quite intense to wear but, because it zips at the back, I also suggested wearing my own hood beneath it to keep my hair in check so was blindfolded as well. I was strapped tightly to the cross with my arms tied behind me with rope and whilst there, Vixen caressed my hooded face for a while until she sadly had to leave for her train and it was removed. My Beloved and Mistress Claire then amused themselves by pinching me and, because I take a while to recover, there are half a dozen bruises on my inner thighs a week later!
Mistress Claire wanted to try something different next so, since there was a gym mat out by the scaffolding that Eric had been hogtied on previously, we tried to find a way to tie me to it whilst sitting since I’d just been standing on the cross. The best solution turned out to be with my legs crossed and bound together and each wrist tied to one of the vertical posts; a blindfold was added to that, then a hood and finally some ear defenders which meant I couldn’t see anything and only the louder sounds in the dungeon were audible. That was a fantastic sensation being so removed from what was going on around me, both arousing and strangely calming at the same time and I’d really like to try this again but perhaps with stricter bondage, a gag of some kind and perhaps my gas mask since that would block out more sound when paired with the ear defenders.
Another rest followed before I was put onto the cross for a second time, but with my wrists in the leather cuffs which held them out at around shoulder height rather than behind me; whilst being bound there was some “heckling” from the dungeon’s doorway as my Beloved and a girl I’d seen playing earlier in the day both started offering suggestions and, despite me merely responding politely to them, it was then decided that I was talking too much and Mistress Claire taped my mouth shut with duct tape before adding her own hood and then applying more tape to the contents of my knickers! Thankfully both areas are kept reasonably well shaven, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t painful when the tape was eventually removed especially the lower piece.
The final tie of the day was in one of the bedrooms where my arms were securely but comfortably bound by my sides and, after I’d laid down on the bed, my ankles, knees and feet were also restrained – the latter worked themselves free but the rest remained that way until it was the end of the evening and time to get changed. As we were getting ready to leave my Beloved decided to drop me in it one more time with Mistress Claire, claiming that I was a “chronic masturbator” and needed chastity! I denied this heinous accusation of course, but now I’m only allowed to ask Mistress Claire for her permission to cum once a week… and from past experience in these situations expect that I’ll be too shy to actually do so, meaning that at the time of writing I’m a week into what will probably end up being thirty days of chastity. It’s highly ironic that this is happening during National Masturbation Month (at least in America, I have no idea if that applies here!)
I’ve always tried to be honest about my emotions here, so will confess that my Beloved getting involved in such a way was at the time upsetting; we’d previously agreed that she wouldn’t and, although mulling over the idea of chastity, I didn’t feel anywhere near ready and had said as much. The result was that I became rather pathetically upset, returned that particular “favour” by upsetting my Beloved whilst sulking for over a day and, despite our making amends, I still feel unhappy about what I put her through; if Mistress Claire deems it appropriate next time we see each other, I will politely ask to be punished for my poor behaviour.
To finish I’d like to extend my thanks to everybody who was there last Thursday, especially the wonderful Mistress Claire for giving me so much of her attention throughout the day (many of the pictures she took whilst I was bound are in a gallery here, the more intimate ones are over at XHamster), my lovely dungeon companion Eric who I will miss next fourth Thursday since he can’t be there, Amy for bringing along the cord and taking advantage whilst I was helpless to resist and of course my Beloved… I’m still very sorry for how I’ve acted and love you.