Two weeks ago I made my way across Leeds to Quest once more in order to serve Mistress Claire and share a dungeon with Melanie Peach. Sadly my Beloved couldn’t come with me again, although we travelled into town together so I didn’t have quite as much time alone to get my knickers in a twist. My choice of outfit for this session was something of a no brainer since a brand new, hot pink satin French maid’s uniform had arrived a few days beforehand courtesy of eBay and was begging to be paired up with my pink heels. Said uniform was absolutely glorious to wear in the warm dungeon, but doesn’t offer a girl much in the way of modesty although I did try my best on that front and spent most of the time I was free tugging it down! And since a few people asked me to online, I spent a little while curtseying in the dungeon for pictures to show it off properly.
Ma’am has been keeping me chaste for two weeks prior to each session and, for some reason I can’t identify, this time proved particularly difficult; my mind was full of naughty ideas well before we were due to meet and, despite having previously being warned that I should be careful what I wish for, most of them were confessed in messages leading up to the day itself. So Mistress Claire wanted to make me squirm straight away and decided that the first tie of the day would be at the hands of someone else whilst she dealt with Melanie and I was leant to Kate to bind. She chose the dungeon’s scaffolding, first tying my wrists together and above my head before spreading my legs as far as they could go; some teasing took place but, since Melanie was bound next to me, there wasn’t much room for anything else to be done so I was released quite soon afterwards.
My regular seat was available so Ma’am tied me to it before doing something unusual when it came to gagging and blindfolding, pulling a worn stocking over my head! The ring gag was added next which pushed some of said stocking into my mouth and the Lycra hood went on last but positioned so that I could still see some of what was going on around me. One of my many confessions was about breath play so, whilst I was helpless in that position, Mistress Claire amused herself by taking control of my breathing; thinking back as I write this, my reaction surprises me somewhat because I don’t remember panicking! Yes, I suspect that Ma’am was going easy on me since it was my first experience of being dominated in that way but I remember only struggling a little when getting short of breath and this was, presumably, down to trust.
After a rest I was bound to the cross, initially being strapped into place with its integrated restraints by Kate but then restrained further by some of Ma’am’s rope work around my torso and legs; since the new uniform allows more access to my upper body, some vicious clamps were applied to my nipples before my panel ball gag and lycra hood were added to leave me suffering in silence. Around this time there was something going on at the other end of the dungeon which I believe involved some quite vigorous sexual intercourse; I could certainly hear the woman at the centre of attention but not see due to the hood, although I’m not really interested in seeing encounters of this kind personally and already had far too much to worry about with my legs spread and clamps on my nipples.
I was allowed a more substantial break after being let down so went to the bar for a drink, returning to the dungeon just as Ma’am was adding the finishing touches to bondage on someone new; her name was Katie and she was interested in new experiences, so Ma’am had me go down on her whilst she was helpless – I was so blushingly pleased with the complement I subsequently received on my technique it’s almost embarrassing – and, once Katie was released, she mentioned wanting to try her hand at tying as well so, with Ma’am’s permission, I volunteered my services as it were. She mentioned having a job that saw her dealing with rope regularly so, despite being the first person she’d restrained, the result was still very restrictive but comfortable. I absolutely adore being Ma’am’s bondage bunny of course and wouldn’t trade that for anything, but it’s also interesting to be tied by someone else since everybody has their own style; a similar tie from two people can be surprisingly different for the recipient.
I’d expressed in a previous blog post that I’d like to try an even more extreme strappado – I’m not sure what it is about this position but I adore it regardless of the suffering involved – and Mistress Claire obliged, this time hoisting my arms further up than previously and tying my ankles and knees together at my request so movement past little shuffling steps was close to impossible; my ring gag meant that there was an almost constant stream of drool – some effort on my part was required to avoid Ma’am as she bound me – and the blindfold was added once I was helpless. After my struggling was observed for a while, another girl volunteered to help me to orgasm so Ma’am released the strappado to leave me standing bound, gagged and blindfolded and wobbling around on my heels whilst being stimulated until a sticky mess was made!
Ma’am wanted something of a rest by this point and we retired to one of the private rooms where I was restrained on my back in various positions whilst my breathing was once again controlled in a couple of different ways; this was followed by yours truly bravely or more likely foolishly asking to be sent home with some marks – I felt they were deserved since I’d been a little “needy” during those messages in the build up before seeing Ma’am – so we returned to the dungeon. I was tied down to the kneeling bench before Ma’am went to town with her cane, flogger and various straps and paddles and, whilst my pain threshold still isn’t anywhere near what it used to be, she seemed to be enjoying herself so I endured as much as I could for her. I did wriggle around quite a bit despite being bound and, apparently, squeal like a girl when caned to the point where people in the bar heard me.
Mistress Claire told me quite early in the day that I’d regret asking her to be stricter towards me but, despite being a good girl and not wanting to disagree with my Mistress, I have to say that wasn’t the case; the marks on my bum lasted for nearly a week and my nipples were sore for several days from those horrible clamps, but there are absolutely no regrets and I’d happily take the same again right now! I’ve realised that my need as a submissive is to make her happy and if that means suffering at her hand, enduring uncomfortable bondage positions, being sent home with marks and bruises or finding myself in uncomfortable situations then I’ll do my best to endure to please her.
To end, as always, my thanks go out towards the fantastic Mistress Claire for not being annoyed at the torrent of suggestions that poured forth and to Melanie for being my dungeon companion once more and sharing the scaffolding with me. Further thanks go to Kate and Katie for their bondage, to the girl whose name I didn’t catch for relieving me after two weeks being frustratingly chaste and of course to my Beloved who I always miss when she isn’t there at Quest with me.