The 25th of August saw me heading over to Quest in Leeds, but all on my lonesome! My Beloved wasn’t available this time but, despite her absence, I still went through the “ritual” of getting a McDonalds breakfast beforehand. The pre-event nerves that I’ve been managing to avoid these past months by distracting myself as we talked over the food came back with a vengeance this time as I sat there alone with a McMuffin and thought about seeing Ma’am; I’ve improved no end on that front since we started playing together, going from barely being able to speak in her presence to the point where I’m even making timid suggestions, but not having my Beloved there after all of the visits together was surprisingly unnerving.
Nerves aside, when I arrived the faithful PVC French maid’s uniform came out to play – this was something of a mistake considering how hot the day turned out to be and I ended up suffering for my art – and, after Mistress Claire and I chatted a little and I tried to pull off a halfway respectable curtsey for her, we made our way to the dungeon. For the first tie of the day Ma’am wanted to try something different; there was a new piece of furniture present, a large wooden cage originally been built for the old venue which had spent the last couple of months in the new building’s bar area was now placed in a corner so my wrists were tied and I was told to sit on top of it. My ankles were then bound apart and the ring gag and blindfold applied to leave me wonderfully helpless and exposed.
I heard Melanie Peach arrive whilst I was sitting there and Ma’am left me to start tying her up. When I was freed, Melanie was sitting on the gym mat with her wrists bound behind her and I was told to sit back to back with her before Ma’am tied us together; I sat cross-legged because it’s more comfortable for me in the long term, although the position meant that I couldn’t lean back to uncross them even if I’d wanted to; my wrists were pulled back by a rope that went around both of our bodies but Mel’s hands were between us and I felt her groping my bum a few times the naughty girl! This bondage was finished off with a couple of blindfolds, my ring gag and some duct tape but we weren’t there very long since there wasn’t much that could be done to us in that position.
Once we were both released, Ma’am remembered that I’d nervously volunteered to help Melanie to orgasm earlier in the day, so she soon had on my knees and, without going into too much graphic detail, I did my very best to complete said task to everyone’s satisfaction. I believe that Melanie enjoyed the experience, although I was too blushingly shy to ask afterwards as I looked up at her! Ma’am had recently purchased a Humbler (a device that fastens around the testicles and pulls them back behind the thighs, forcing the wearer to remain on all fours) and wanted to try it out with Melanie, but the combination of position and lighting in the dungeon meant it wasn’t possible to apply the device properly.
Next I was bound to the small kneeling bench with my arms firmly restrained behind my back and my ankles tied apart so that I could be teased as Mistress Claire saw fit. Since both my ring gag and blindfold had performed something of a disappearing act within our toy bag, my mouth was instead taped shut; this possibly isn’t as effective a gag as it might appear – having the tape fasten something inside the mouth improves it and there are a few pictures of me bound in a habit with a pair of my own panties in my taped mouth and if someone else donates a pair that’s more fun – but it works reasonably well and I mumbled incoherently and at some length as the contents of my panties were mercilessly teased without any release in sight and a few threats that it might not happen at all! After two weeks of being frustratingly chaste on her orders, that was a remarkably scary thing to hear.
Another girl whose name I sadly didn’t catch had brought some of her own toys into the dungeon and Ma’am decided to let her loose on me, so I was secured facing towards the double sided cross with its heavy leather straps before my wrists were taped together tightly with duct tape, and then the girl proceeded to spank and thrash me to her heart’s content. It was a very enjoyable experience; every person I’ve taken a beating for has their own style and indeed reasons for wanting to administer discipline like this, so hopefully she enjoyed delivering it as much as I did receiving.
Vixen had entered the dungeon at some point when I was on the cross and, since I’d already expressed an interest in helping other girls to a “happy ending”, I was leant to her for the same purpose. I offered to wear her doll hood – the rubber mask that makes the wearer look like a sex toy – and, although she initially declined, it didn’t take very long for it to come out of her bag. Vixen can be quite rough on those zipped into her hood so my face was slapped several times as I worked and she’d occasionally hold my head down to bury herself inside me, but I’m really not complaining about said treatment because I knew precisely what I was getting myself into when offering to wear the hood and was willing to please. This time I was sadly less successful, so was allowed out of the hood when it was time for the food to be served, following Mistress Claire to the bar area in order to buy a drink and collect a plate of food for each of us.
After we finished eating, Ma’am wanted to tie me in strappado bondage so yours truly rather foolishly brought up what she written previously about wanting to attempt a stricter position whilst wearing heels… it’s possibly not noticeable from the pictures but, when my attention wasn’t taken up with the pain of my behind being thrashed or worrying about drooling all over the floor from the ring gag – I’m quite proud of how well that’s usually managed but in that position it’s impossible to control – it was a struggle to find a stance that wasn’t going to put a lot of strain on either my thighs or calves and a lot of dancing around and balancing on one leg ensued. But that brave part of me who asked for the heels and gag is going to very politely request that her legs are bound together and the position made even more strict next time.
As I was being untied, another person in the dungeon was after Mistress Claire’s attention so, since I needed something of a rest, I asked for permission to go to the bar. Because it seemed like a fun thing to do I also requested that my wrists weren’t untied which meant that I had to ask for the can of diet Coke to be opened and a straw inserted before being able to drink from it! I was asked how long the bondage had been in place by Chris because he’d assumed it was there during the buffet because I tend to stand with my hands behind me. Trying to do everyday things like this whilst in bondage is challenging but rather enjoyable and if I were more domestically inclined – which really isn’t the case – I’d possibly spend some time doing the housework wearing my uniform and restraints.
On returning to Ma’am’s side she bound me once more in a helpless sitting position and applied my gag and blindfold before getting down to the business of bringing me to a shuddering, breathtaking orgasm; much as I enjoy everything else she does to me, being there and helpless as this happens has to be my favourite moment and I’ll quite literally beg when she decided that to be a necessity. After I was released we retired to one of the bedrooms for some bondage practise with the other girl who’d beaten me on the cross previously because she wanted to learn a little about rope bondage from Ma’am; I’m always a willing victim in these situations and ended up with my wrists, knees and ankles bound on the bed – I think she was quite impressed that I could manoeuvre around whilst in bondage – before I received another spanking from her.
Ma’am and I returned to the dungeon and, again being surprisingly brave, I volunteered to be her victim so that she could properly test her new Humbler; I knelt on top of the cage so the appropriate area was easily accessible and reasonably well lit. I’ve wanted to try a Humbler for quite a while and considered buying one myself, the experience is very interesting because you’re constantly aware of it – a small wooden pillory fastened around your balls really isn’t going to go unnoticed after all – but it isn’t particularly uncomfortable as long as no attempt is made to rise from all fours. Again this is something I’d like to try again in the future, possibly with more bondage if Mistress Claire sees fit.
Finally, we used the remaining time for a practise tie and, as she was untying me for the last time and we were chatting about the next time we’d see each other and how long I was to remain chaste for her, suddenly there was a commotion. Initially I thought it was just someone being rather vocal during sex and the accompanying cry of “call an ambulance” was merely in jest, but a minute or so later the house lights came on; it seems that one of the patrons had accidentally hurt her ankle whilst stepping down from a bed and was so badly injured that she was stretchered away by ambulance!
As always, my sincere thanks go to the fantastic Mistress Claire and my wonderful Beloved (even if she couldn’t be there on this occasion), my regular dungeon companion Melanie, the lovely Vixen and everybody else at Quest for making it such a great day once more – it’s less than a fortnight to the next one!