Last Thursday was the first day-long TV event of 2016 at Quest in Leeds, so my Beloved and I pootled into town and had a quick breakfast – McDonalds because she likes the muffins – before making our way out to the club; we actually went for the first time in December and the new venue is very nice indeed with more play rooms, a Jacuzzi, larger changing facilities for girls and the new dungeon with some fantastic artwork on the walls, rather industrial-looking metal on the floor and some interesting “furniture”. Sadly there were no dominant TVs there who wanted to control a submissive maid – there’s only so much a girl can do if she struggles to ask outright in these situations – so nothing happened that time.
So I dressed in my PVC French maid’s uniform, black 4” heels with ankle straps, an Alice band to make my hair behave itself a little and my favourite collar before meeting Mistress Claire and her collared submissive Eric in the bar; it was, rather wonderfully, their anniversary as Mistress and sub so congratulations were and indeed in order because I’m a completely hopeless romantic when it comes to things like this! My regular nerves simply melted away the instant Mistress Claire beckoned me over to her – I was just about to go for a curtsey and trying to obey her at the same time must have looked more than a little awkward!
Eric needed to be properly dealt with first, so yours truly was tightly bound to a piece of dungeon furniture to keep me from wandering away; my wrists were tied to tethering points on the bench itself, ankles were loosely restrained and I was wearing my lycra hood and the harness ring gag as I sat there somewhere between one and one and a half hours, occasionally being reminded of my place but mostly left listening to the sound thrashing being delivered nearby. And after being gagged for that long I was somewhat in need of a break, so was sent to the bar for a quick drink and to stretch my limbs.
The second tie of the day saw me hooded and ring gagged again, but this time standing with my arms cuffed above my head to what looked very like scaffolding and my ankles tied apart; this was quite a difficult position to maintain in stockinged feed because they kept sliding apart on the metal floor and I was constantly needing to adjust my position, but I’m at least reasonably well versed at managing myself like that when in bondage. Sadly, although a few girls were apparently observing from the doorway to the dungeon, nobody took up the offer of having their way with me whilst I was helpless to resist…
The buffet was served not long after my arms became insistent about being released, so Mistress Claire led me into the bar area on her heavy chain and I was ordered to fetch a plate of food and a drink for her so I obediently scurried off. When I returned we ate together and…. well, it’s hard to describe how being controlled like that feels for me but, whilst Mistress Claire talked to a guy who was interested in receiving first spanking, I was contentedly sitting by her side, gently bobbing my head to the music and occasionally picking up fragments of conversation.
Then it was back to the dungeon again for a stricter version of the sitting tie from earlier that day; this time my wrists were crossed behind my back with a rope harness to keep them in place, knees and ankles were tightly bound together and then secured so there was hardly any movement possible (I did wriggle a little from time to time to enjoy that restriction – I never want to escape when bound but knowing how helpless I am is fantastic) and a blindfold replaced the hood under the gag’s harness. I was kept that way for a while whilst being teased and tormented. When the chap wanting a spanking finally surfaced he wasn’t happy about the rather public nature of the dungeon however, so my legs were freed and the gag and blindfold removed so that I could safely be lead to one of the more private playroom with a door… by which point he’d managed to completely disappear!
So instead I was treated to more teasing, some cuddling on the bed (which is… well, unusual in bondage because you can’t cuddle back!) and our time together was rounded off by a firm, over the knee spanking which was deserved considering all of the extremely naughty thoughts I’d just confessed to having during the course of the day! So all that is left for this post is a demure curtsey and some wholehearted thanks from myself to all of the lovely people involved in another fabulous event at Quest, particularly Mistress Claire and my Beloved.