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.