The more regular visitors to my blog might have already noticed a new picture gallery that materialised on Saturday (along with an extended set which has pictures showing my [ahem] naughty bits over at XHamster… and considering the topic of this blog, my being so coy is a mystery to me as well) which contains some new photos of me in bondage. They were taken at Quest in Leeds on Thursday the 26th of November at the club’s final event before moving to the new venue, an event that my Beloved and I really wanted to attend because we were there close to the start and are rather sentimental like that! It also meant that I could meet the wonderful Mistress Claire for a third time and I’m hardly going to miss that opportunity.
As with the two previous outings this year, I was dressed in my corset, PVC French maid uniform, stockings, 4” heels that were locked at the ankle straps and my favourite collar. The dungeon room was already in use, so instead I found myself standing hooded and gagged in one of the public rooms as my arms were tightly bound behind me and more ropes added to hold them firmly in place. Once I was helped onto the bed this soon became a hogtie and then Mistress Claire and I think at least one other girl kept me “entertained” until the dungeon became available but, rather than being freed, only my legs were released and I was gently guided for a slow, nervous walk down the corridor whilst still tightly bound, gagged and blindfolded.
Once there I was sat on the large wooden “throne” and my legs tied again, where I stayed as Mistress Claire’s submissive boy was properly dealt with; of course I couldn’t actually watch so was just listening, but there were also regular distractions as various girls French kissed me, put fingers into my helplessly open mouth, spanked my thighs or played with the contents of my knickers, keeping me aroused with their hands and occasionally mouths which was simultaneously fantastic but frustrating! That went on for what I think was at least two and a half hours in total but it may well have been closer to three with my Beloved joining in too, and then I was untied to have a much needed drink.
The hood and gag soon went back on when we returned to the dungeon, but with my gas mask over the top which meant that breathing needed to be quite carefully managed, hearing was far more restricted than before and, whilst the hood alone has a reasonable blindfold, I could no longer see even the camera flash unless it was pointing directly at me! Mistress Claire wanted to try a more elaborate tie this time – sadly, I forget the name for it and must apologise both to her and everybody reading – and set to work immobilising me. It’s really hard to explain, but there’s something simultaneously arousing and somehow relaxing about the process of being bound… the feeling isn’t for everybody of course but for me it’s fabulous, especially when doing intricate rope bondage that takes time to apply.
After a set of pictures was taken and some teasing took place, I was untied for a second break where a buffet was available too and, whilst eating cocktail sausages (no, that isn’t a euphamism) and failing abysmally to nonchalantly perve look at all of the other club goers, I had a chat with a particularly attractive girl; she was wearing some stunning heels – I stood no chance of staring at them without being noticed, so just went ahead anyway – and both of us wore a collar with a ring but, since mine was larger, she claimed to have “ring envy”! Okay, so the conversation was far more in depth than that but, although she was quite candid about herself with me and later my Beloved, I’ll refrain from repeating what was said since it’s not my place to do so.
On returning to the dungeon for the third time I was hooded, gagged again and, as my arms were being secured behind my back, another girl unexpectedly began feeding me tea on her fingers through the ring gag so that was a new, surprisingly arousing experience – she “threatened” to put something bigger there later but that didn’t happen in the end so, if she’s reading, please make yourself known if we bump into each other again. I was tied to that accursed “throne” once more but the bondage was stricter this time around. I was kept horny and helpless for I have no idea how long, listening to other girls kissing and playing with each other without being able to see, do or even say anything but, although I wasn’t starved of attention, the experience was frustrating beyond belief especially since Mistress Claire insisted on keeping me erect most of the time; apparently a gentle tapping of her cane down there achieves that effect, something else I didn’t know!
Near the end of the evening Mistress Claire and I sat in bar area and chatted for a while as she practised various ties on one of my wrists, until one became significantly more involved, pinned my arms behind me and turned into a final visit to the dungeon. I took my now regular, uncomfortable seat but without the hood or gag in place so I was able to watch as the lovely Paula got what she wanted – despite all the teasing she did whilst I was tied, Paula and I didn’t get a chance to play in the end, but there’s always another time – and then I was untied for the final time we chatted a little more, in part about meeting regularly and that is a thought that literally just given me goosebumps whilst writing about it.
Despite having written around twice as much this time, I’ve still probably forgotten to cover something that happened, failed to properly mention any of the lovely girls who teased me whilst I was helpless – in my defence I was blindfolded and gagged, but would really like to do something in return – and am doubtful any of what I experienced has really been done justice here, but hopefully the pictures will cover the remaining ground. As always, I’d like to offer a large and heartfelt, curtseying thankyou to everybody who made it a great afternoon and evening, especially to my Beloved and Mistress Claire.
If all goes to “plan”, my Beloved and I should be at the Christmas event at the club’s new venue although I might actually wear a dress for that one…?