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.

Some thoughts on chastity

Well boys and girls, it’s been two weeks since my last orgasm on Tuesday the 26th of April, just two days before Mistress Claire told me that I was only allowed one per week with her prior permission. So my thoughts have probably unsurprisingly been turning to chastity quite a lot of late, both my own and more generally so, since I have one of these blog thingies, I decided to go on something of a mental ramble. And yes, since I can be almost annoyingly coy when discussing sexual matters on this blog – my self-imposed “no naughty bits” policy for the galleries is going to need a rethink too it seems – this is going to be quite difficult for me to write without trying to pepper the entire post with euphemisms, but I’ll apologise in advance and try my best.

The cheap CB6000 clone being modelled by myself in the picture below is actually too large for me [blush] which in makes peeing problematic, so a CB6000S – where the S stands for “small” , something I’ve already pouted about extensively – is currently living a far more “jet setting” lifestyle than my own whilst travelling here from China! The current device was in place for nine hours on Sunday and I’ve been wearing it for the last thirty – bar a few quick removals to make sure everything was okay – but the majority of the last two weeks has been relying on willpower to keep me from self abuse. In that sense at least, I’m quite surprised at how well things have been going since I usually struggle with self control; this isn’t the first time I’ve been ordered to stay chaste by a Mistress but that last happened over sixteen years ago and I seem to have forgotten how hard it can be… if you’ll excuse the “pun”.

Wearing this cage even for a short period has taught me is that it’ll take time to acclimatise; there’s an almost constant temptation right now to put a hand into my knickers and “fondle” the damned thing almost in disbelief, which of course leads to an uncomfortable but completely expected reaction. It seems to be “common knowledge” in the various “how to train your man/sissy/delete as applicable” guides or indeed fiction online that keeping a submissive chaste will focus their attention on their dominant and therefore make them more willing to serve, so I’m interested to see how that works with me since I’d consider myself reasonably compliant to begin with…?

One thing that chastity really isn’t helping with is concentration; working on this post has taken a few days and required significantly more effort than usual because I’m distracting myself from the topic somewhat by bouncing back and forth checking social media, browsing BDSM-related pictures or chatting on assorted websites, “window shopping” online for new outfits and bondage accoutrements, writing a completely different and vanilla blog post simultaneously… I’m an Olympic-level procrastinator already and the sheer cage-humping frustration I went through on Sunday in particular was tormenting to say the least, so Rassilon alone knows how I’ll cope when I have a deadline to worry about! Some of the girls I’ve spoken to say they use anal stimulation to relieve the frustration and, whilst I’ve often said that I don’t enjoy the same, things are getting quite desperate so that might possibly become an option down the line! But oh goodness I hope not…

But all of this suffering is self-inflicted and I have nobody to blame but myself; I purchased this accursed thing to “experiment” with, it’s me holding the key for the moment at least and I’m the one who hasn’t asked Mistress Claire for permission to orgasm so far despite being allowed once a week. I could “bottle out” at any point by simply removing the device and abusing myself with nobody being any the wiser, but I wouldn’t do that and don’t want to either. Despite spending a fortnight pouting, saying how unfair it is to anyone who’ll listen and arguing with my Beloved over being pushed down this particular rabbit hole before I was “ready”, a part of me is nervously considering where this is going next and almost certainly looking forward to it – I’m even starting to enjoy the sensation of things being constricted when they become excited down there too.

There’s still quite a bit of trepidation because handing those keys is quite a serious commitment at least in my mind, and I really don’t want to end up in a situation where I disappoint Mistress Claire. Those worried thoughts are accompanied by all manner of dark but quite literally uncomfortably erotic thoughts about the horrible things I could potentially be “persuaded” into doing in order to hopefully earn my release… oh okay, I’m trying to be honest so hands up, most of those thoughts are things I’m just too shy to admit to wanting!

I also have an urge to buy another nun’s habit as well, but assume that’s unrelated…?