Bound and gagged in July

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.

An early June outing

Before I start, yes this post is a little late even by my standards and I apologise for that; since my Beloved and I were at Quest in Leeds to see Mistress Claire on the 16th it should really have been posted a couple of days ago – Ma’am doesn’t set me any deadlines at least for the moment, but a week to process what happened and write things up is, considering my rather haphazard writing style and tendency towards procrastination, a reasonable period of time – but there was the EU referendum to worry about; I won’t go further on that particular topic apart from saying that I have nothing positive to say about the result…

So returning to the subject of heading to Quest, that’s what the two of us did starting with the now “traditional” breakfast at McDonalds beforehand. I’d planned to wear my PVC French maid’s uniform over the regular corset, along with hold ups and heels; there are sadly no pictures this time because Ma’am didn’t have her camera and, whilst our old Kodak was in the toy bag, I’d previously removed the memory card to transfer some images and forgotten to put it back in! [Mumbles and blushes] After changing I made my way to the bar area where my Beloved and Mistress Claire were chatting and just about managed to pull off a curtsey again – that still needs some practise which I will put in – and, after talking a little, we made our way into the dungeon.

The first tie of the day was seated on the kneeling bench with my arms bound tightly behind me and ankles apart whilst wearing my lycra hood and harness ring gag. That left me feeling quite helpless, especially when a couple of girls began playing with me; the position doesn’t allow particularly easy access to the contents of my knickers but that certainly didn’t stop anyone from trying, and the sensation of being both restrained and stimulated was amazing! My Beloved also wanted to be bound so, whilst I was sitting there, I could hear rather than see that; it’s hard to be sure, but if what I heard was anything to go by, she enjoyed herself! And whilst I was standing as Mistress Claire worked on untying me, one of the aforementioned girls returned to [blushes] finish what she’d previously started, leaving me quite literally weak at the knees!

Mistress Claire’s collared submissive has recently been experimenting with her feminine side, so the recently-christened Melanie and I found ourselves bound together whilst lying on the floor and basically cuddling, with our arms around each other and positioned so that our behinds were freely available! And, after Ma’am had amused herself with us, she handed her package over to my Beloved who proceeded to play a game where we had to decide how many swings of the flogger – our heavier shock cord one which has a sting but quite a bit of weight too – the other was to receive. This was cruel because, although I know Melane enjoys pain play, having to choose for her in that way just felt… wrong, especially since I could feel her against me, tensing up to receive the blows!

After we were both freed and given some time to recover, I found myself bound to the cross using it’s leather straps before the skirt of my maid’s uniform was lifted and tucked into the apron strap so that Ma’am could return to amusing herself with various implements before that focus on punishment continued with some strappado bondage; this is where the bound wrists are pulled upwards to be secured above the victim’s head so their body is forced to bend over, in this case with the rope going over the scaffolding. That position meant that I was essentially presenting my bottom once and, despite the generously loose tie, my arms and thighs were beginning to ache by the time Ma’am decided to take me down. I’d like to try that position again with perhaps a longer duration and stricter tie, although a gag might well be necessary!

The final tie of the day was sitting on a smaller kneeling bench and positioned with my back to two of the scaffolding poles, to which my wrists were bound; a final rope from my collar which held my head back, leaving me very open to being pinched or scratched. My brave – or more accurately foolhardy – pleas to Ma’am for more severity on previous occasions and during the day itself were met so I ended up going home with some redness on my behind, bruises in various quite intimate places and an angry-looking red line near my neck from Ma’am’s nails… which was worn with quite a bit of pride afterwards!

So to conclude, it was another wonderful day of submission for me and I really have to thank both Mistress Claire and my Beloved for their attentions throughout the day, as well as whoever it was playing with me whilst I was helpless and my dungeon companion Melanie, who gets an extra virtual hug since she’s going through quite a lot of stress right now. The next outing will be in just under five weeks, so I’ll have to think of something to post in order to fill the gap between now and the next report…!

Being surprised in May

As is rapidly becoming “traditional” on the fourth Thursday of each month, my Beloved and I made our way into town and then on to Quest for their day-long transvestite event. Since I’m still trying to put a bit of variety into my wardrobe for these outings, the outfit for the day was to be my little black dress over a leopard print, long-sleeved top; I’ve owned both pretty much since I started dressing around a decade and a half ago, but have only recently started wearing the two together along with a wide belt. Regular readers won’t exactly be astonished to be told that there was a corset underneath said outfit or that I also wore hold up stockings, four inch heels and my favourite collar either.

Mistress Claire was already waiting for me when I reappeared from the changing rooms, looking radiant as always and, after spending some time during the previous week or so practising for that moment, I finally managed to pull off a reasonable curtsey for her! We talked a little – one of the topics was Eric who’d started exploring her feminine side under the name Melanie Peach after we’d last shared the dungeon – before Ma’am rather ominously announced that there was something that she wanted to talk about… but that it would keep until a quieter moment, so I was going to be kept in suspense for a while!

So instead our thoughts turned to bondage and the first tie of the day was my now almost traditional sitting position with arms securely bound behind me and ankles this time crossed; initially this was with just Mistress Claire’s blindfold but I’d recently purchased a new, easier to apply and stricter ring gag which was soon strapped into place, leaving me almost unable to speak and concentrating on not dribbling down my dress! I still adore the harness ring gag of course – it wouldn’t have turned up in so many pictures otherwise – but the new one is impossible to push out with my tongue even if not fastened tightly and doesn’t have to be one of the first things to go on, giving me the luxury of talking whilst I’m being bound. I was in this position for over an hour before it was decided that I should be allowed a rest.

Next came the moment I’d been absolutely dreading for a week or so beforehand; as noted in my previous report, after that meeting I’d got rather irrationally upset with my Beloved and basically spent some time being a complete bitch to her so, since I’d been subsequently been unhappy with my behaviour, I’d sent Mistress Claire a message to politely ask her to administer a suitable punishment. Her decision was to put me over her knee for a spanking to warm my bottom up before delivering twenty blows with a stingy red leather paddle, each of which I had to count as they landed. Quest’s dungeon floor is, as seen in the pictures, patterned metal and I was desperate not to put all my weight on her legs, so maintaining that position whilst receiving said attention was uncomfortable in itself and all I can really remember is trying to breathe through the pain. I really don’t like being punished for actually doing something wrong, but I felt it was deserved and the experience is also cathartic; I’d apologised for the bad behaviour to my Beloved but being punished for it sort of adds the “full stop” to the end of that sentence.

After I’d been given a little time to recover, my hands and then arms were bound behind my back and I was secured leaning towards one of the crosses before my legs were restrained and the combination of blindfold and ring gag reapplied; my bum was still smarting from the punishment and, in the spirit of being honest about my feelings as I’ve promised to do here, there were a few moments where the idea of asking for further punishment did cross my mind even though they weren’t acted upon before the option of doing so was taken away by the gag.

The scaffolding in the corner of the dungeon offers quite a few possibilities and Mistress Claire has been trying to find ways to use it; this time my arms secured to two of the uprights and my knees tied together before Ma’am decided to tease me about my self-imposed chastity – my knickers are in some disarray in some of the pictures for that reason – before binding my ankles and leaving me to deal with standing there motionless whilst perched on four inch heels for a while. And after she decided to let me go, there was a second session bound facing away from the cross; I was there long enough to feel it in my calves for a couple of days afterwards but it was cut short when we were informed that the buffet was available, meaning it was time for me to run around gathering nibbles.

On returning to the dungeon, the next tie saw me sitting once more but this time wearing my lycra hood with the rubber gas mask and ear defenders; for want of a better word, I “bravely” requested this combination because my previous experience with the defenders had been intriguing and I knew the gas mask would further limit what I’d be able to hear. Sitting there helpless and in your own little world really wouldn’t suit everybody of course, but I’ve found myself to be comfortable in that situation – even someone unexpectedly showing me some attention in that state is as much a thrill as it is a surprise – and if at all possible would like to take things further in some way, perhaps with a gag or even ear plugs added to the mix.

Finally, Ma’am took me into one of the bedrooms for a little quiet time; I’d been a very well-behaved and chaste girl for ten days despite having permission to please myself as it were, so she [blush] dealt with me in that respect before we got around to that conversation she’d mentioned earlier; Mistress Claire asked me if I wanted to be her submissive and, after a short pause which I’ll admit was more there to give the impression that the answer needed some consideration, I answered yes. And with that out of the way, Ma’am also wanted to practise some rope work and began on harnessing my arms behind my back; once my upper body was bound in this restrictive but surprisingly comfortable manner, her heavy chain was attached to my collar and I was paraded around a little before being led into the bar for a much needed drink – that’s easier said than done when bound of course, but the can was held up so that I could use the straw!

So I’m now Mistress Claire’s submissive now – my Fetlife profile was updated the same day to reflect that – and merely thinking about it never fails to raise a smile each time; I probably need to also explain that my Beloved and I had already discussed the possibility at length previously, so there was no need to consult her in that moment because she feels it will be “good for [me]” and I’m not exactly going to be offering a counter argument to that! Once again my thanks to my Beloved and Mistress Claire in particular, as well as all of the other lovely people at Quest for what was a wonderful day; I did miss my regular dungeon companion but we’ll see each other in just a couple of weeks time. As always, there’s a gallery of images from which the ones above are taken.