Extra waitress work

I’ve recently had a change of circumstance which, generally speaking, means that I have the pleasure of seeing Mistress Claire more than once a month if her very busy schedule allows for it! So on the second Thursday of the month I happily trundled across Leeds with the toy bag to Quest. I’d planned to wear my waitress uniform and large apron, but whilst I was getting changed one of the straps on said apron broke, but fortunately I had my pink satin uniform in the toy bag as a spare – there’s always the chance of an “accident” – so that loaned me its apron for the session and I have to ask my Beloved to look at the broken one (and possibly look for a second option online).

Mistress, of course, looked wonderful in her long leather dress and, after we’d said hello and I curtseyed for her, we entered the dungeon and she decided that the first position of the day was to be facing the cross for a little warming up; she also wanted to try something she’d seen done recently to bind my wrists so spent a little while trying different things until my hands ended up in front of me and bound at around head height. Then she turned her attention to my bottom and spanked it as a warm-up before switching to a leather strap. I can receive more pain these days than I used to be able to stand and am developing a deeper love/hate relationship with that accursed strap, but still adore the intimacy of a hand spanking from Mistress and it always feels wonderful.

The next position after a short rest saw me perched rather precariously on the end of the arched bench with my legs apart, wrists pulled down to keep my arms by my sides and, whilst I was being immobilised, my shiny hood and ring gag were applied as well.; this left me vulnerable and constantly feeling like I’d slip forward and fall off, although that never happened. As I’ve noted previously it’s relaxing for me to be in long-term bondage and I was kept there for a while – I have no idea how long under those circumstances of course – since a male submissive who had arranged to meet Mistress arrived after I was restrained and she spent some time tying him t the throne and then dealing with him whilst I just sat there and listened.

Next, I was ordered back onto the cross, facing out this time so that my arms could be bound behind me and Mistress could indulge in a little CBT by tying my naughty bits up and running the other end of that rope upwards to my collar. Once this was in place she proceeded to both tease and strap me, so any pain applied was occasionally augmented as my head involuntarily went back and pulled on the rope! That’s a rather cruel predicament, but Mistress seemed to enjoy it and that means it’s enjoyable if somewhat uncomfortable for me as well. My stockinged feet were also beaten which was something of a surprise, I didn’t expect it to be quite that painful!

The lovely Miss Sarah arrived in the dungeon wearing a grey suit and blouse and, after the three of us chatted a little, announced that she had something for me in her bag – not an ominous thing to hear from someone dominant at all – which turned out to be a pair of handcuffs which were used to lock my wrists together behind my back! I was then led over to the scaffolding, hooded and ball gagged before a rope was run upwards from my collar and my legs were pulled apart and tied into place. I was then tormented by Miss Sarah with a leather strap – it wasn’t the easiest position to reach my behind – and, after the gag was removed, a dildo was used on my mouth whilst Miss Sarah and Mistress both commented on how much I could take. Mistress Claire then produced her strap-on which had a larger dildo and my skills were further tested, ending up with the harness being partially pulled over my head so the dildo was held tightly in place.

This use of my mouth continued after all three of us had made our way to a room, with me being handcuffed and my elbows bound quite tightly together before the shiny hood and ring gag were applied. Miss Sarah then alternated between using my mouth for her own pleasure and returning the favour as it were and both of us had an orgasm with me being allowed to do so first. On returning to the dungeon Mistress Claire told me that she wanted some pictures for somebody she’d been talking to online of her in the process of face sitting; I was hardly going to complain about being the recipient of that of course and Miss Sarah kindly took pictures for us, in fact she was very thorough so I was pinned down beneath Mistress Claire for quite a while and no, that really isn’t a complaint at all!

Then it was time for my regular punishment, the one Mistress likes me to beg for each time I see her; I was told to stand facing the throne and then tied into position with wrists bound to tethering points where the seat met the back and my legs apart against the frame, forcing me to bend over and present myself, a position only enhanced by the rope from my collar down to the base of the chair. Once helpless the punishment began – with hand spankings and the split cane being the most memorable – until I was told that there would be twenty strokes of the cane and that after every I would count and thank Mistress. Each stroke was harsher than the preceding one and, whilst I didn’t lose count, getting the words out clearly became more difficult but I made it to the end eventually.

Once freed and nursing a bruised bum I was ordered to worship Mistress Claire’s feet as she sat on the end of the arched bench; I’ve mentioned previously how enjoyable I find this – at some point I’d like to find out if my new foot fetish extends to other girls or is purely due to the owner of the feet – and, because kneeling meant I wasn’t close enough to do the job properly, ended up lying on the dungeon floor in order to best please her. Mistress and I then retired to one of the rooms for a little while so that I could perform what I’ll rather blushingly call some more intimate worship before leaving the rest to the reader’s imagination.

On returning to the dungeon, I watched as Mistress gave another girl a spanking over the kneeling bench before she decided to do a little rope practice on me and bound my arms securely behind me in a comfortable but restrictive armbinder. Another girl entered the dungeon wanting to be spanked whilst I was bound so I caught up with the lovely Roxy whilst we both watched Mistress Claire at work for a while before we realised that seven hours had simply flown past and it was nearly time to go home. I was released, quickly got changed – surprising a few people in the changing rooms including Roxy with the marks that I’d accumulated on my bum during the course of the day – and said goodbye to Mistress and everyone else left in the club.

My thanks as always go to Mistress Claire for a brilliant time in service to her and to Miss Sarah who I believe was the first person to use my ring gag and indeed me in the manner it was intended! Further thanks have to go to my Beloved – who sadly couldn’t be but, hopefully, will be able to go on the 23rd of November or perhaps for the Christmas event – and indeed to everybody else at Quest. The pictures from this session can be found in the appropriate gallery.

The witching hour

Having taken the previous month off due to illness – I was struck down by a nasty cold literally the day before September’s all day party – the fourth Thursday of October really took it’s time to arrive! On the day of the Quest party I scurried across Leeds with my bag of toys in tow, desperate to see Mistress Claire and, since the event’s theme was Halloween, I’d packed the witches dress that my Beloved had found for me last year. After getting changed I met Mistress in the bar looking fabulous in her long leather dress and, after greeting her and curtseying, we made our way to the dungeon where I knelt to beg for her canes should she see fit.

As a warm up Mistress had me bending over the cage as she used a leather strap on my behind, starting light but building up over time until it was a struggle to keep still; just as it seemed to be getting too much for me, I was led over to the kneeling bench where my wrists were tied together behind me and pulled upwards, leaving me with a little room to wiggle but ultimately unable to avoid the strap when it recommenced. A group of girls entered the dungeon around this time and one who has previously played with me whilst I was restrained (I don’t know her name, something of a frustrating trend for this post) trapped my head between her PVC-clad thighs as I was beaten, an unusual experience to say the least!

The next tie was to the throne with my wrists bound to the chair back and my ankles secured apart. This proved uncomfortable because I couldn’t sit too far back with my arms in that position and moving too far forward was a problem because I’d start to slip off the already precarious seat – I found out as Mistress tormented me that it was actually possible to sit all the way back at least for short periods of time though! I was released because Mistress was expecting another submissive called Samantha who hadn’t arrived yet, so she needed to get her mobile phone from her car and didn’t want to leave me there. I found myself standing in the club’s doorway whilst she was out and it’s been a very long time since I’ve been even that far outside whilst dressed so I felt a little bit of a thrill… although Rassilon alone knows what the electrician working by the club’s door thought of the six foot tall transvestite witch in heels!

Since there’s only the one kneeling bench left in the Quest dungeon now, Mistress wanted to experiment with ways of using it to replace the removed furniture. Because of that I found myself sitting on top where my upper body would usually be, having my ankles and thighs tied in place before Mistress bound my wrists and started hoisting them up in a way that forced me to lean forwards. That position constantly felt like I was going to fall forwards even though the rational part of me knew the ropes on my legs would prevent that happening and I was more than grateful when I was hooded and gagged, that meant I merely had to deal with the physical stresses of the position.

There was at this point a girl called Debby who is dominant and was interested in playing; Mistress offered me for her amusement and Debby said that she wanted to use her own riding crop so disappeared for a few minutes in order to fetch it. When she returned I was ordered over the cage for the second time before Debby set to work with her weapon of choice; she was quite strict and made me thank her for each round of blows, but not particularly harsh and I found it rather enjoyable. Hopefully, Debby found it satisfying to crop me, although she’d moved on to something else before I could ask!

I sat down on the cage to watch Mistress playing with Samantha, but the girl in the PVC catsuit (and I really must ask her name next time) came over with the intention of fondling me; for some reason, my instinct in that situation was to put my hands behind my back as she ran her hands up my thighs and kissed me, so she was surprised to find after a few minutes that I wasn’t actually bound! Mistress soon fixed that by tying my hands behind me and the caressing continued, ultimately ending up with me kneeling before her. And, whilst I’d been occupied, another girl in a floral dress had been tied tightly to throne by Mistress so I was ordered to pleasure her orally; I started out kneeling with my head between her thighs as the girl was ball gagged and then blindfolded, but had to change position because the metal floor made it too uncomfortable.

By the time I’d finished, one of the regular girls was being taken over the kneeling bench which was still positioned under the scaffolding where we’d moved it earlier; Mistress decided to bind my hands behind me and I was then secured to the scaffolding with my legs apart near to where this was happening before being hooded and gagged. All I could do was listen to the noises nearby and suffer, the position and my heels soon conspiring to make my calves ache so, apart from being distracted again by the girl in the PVC catsuit at one point as she ground herself against me, I was desperate to be untied when Mistress Claire decided it was time.

I was allowed a rest during which the dungeon all but emptied, at which point a rope harness was applied and I was hogtied on that nasty metal floor – for some reason I couldn’t lay on my front this time so had to stay on my side – and then allowed to worship Mistress Claire’s toes through her stockings. It’s a wonderful experience to be there, tasting her like that or having the soles of her feet rubbed over my face… I’ve absolutely no idea how long I was down there, but my release came because it was getting close to the time when the buffet was to be laid out.

Since there was a little time left, I was tied back to back with Samantha, and I back to back for a little while and, as I’ve noted previously, being restrained to another girl is always an interesting experience; both parties have to be aware of the other person especially if moving. As we were being released, Brian popped his head around the doorway to say the food was out and that Hannah, one of the club’s staff, wanted to see me – we headed to the bar and she handed me a plate of food, saying that she didn’t want me to miss out! I’ve said countless nice things about Quest and the people behind it for years now but, me being me, probably haven’t emphasised how great all of the people who run the place are.

Once we’d finished eating Mistress wanted some time for rope practise; I don’t really get to see how most of these ties turn out, but just standing there for her to work on is something I always enjoy – I like being the centre of her attention like that really. After a few goes at what felt like comfortable but restrictive arm binders, things culminated in a box tie when a girl wearing a Union Jack dress entered the dungeon. She took it upon herself to first get me aroused and the alternate between using her hand and mouth on me, not quite pushing me over the edge but getting perilously close.

One of the things I confessed to Mistress previously was the want to be used anally by another girl so when this newcomer bent me over the arched bench Mistress allowed it to happen, only mentioning that I wasn’t used to what she was about to do. I’m not a virgin in that respect but it had been over half a decade since the last time and, despite still being bound with my arms behind me, I wasn’t gagged so could have protested or used my safe word. I’ve never actually enjoyed the experience even when I was “in practise”, as it were, but knowing that the girl doing it wanted to do so has always been more than enough of a reason for me not to stop what was happening and it all comes down to my need to please others really.

The final position of the day was back on the kneeling bench with a rope over my waist holding me in place; initially it was Mistress Claire and the Union Jack girl disciplining me – the latter would eventually move around to use me orally, being rough in a way I have to confess I’ve fantasised about for a while – but they were joined by the woman from a couple who took over when Mistress was asked to tie someone else up. The force of the blows varied depending on who was behind them and I realised how ridiculously shy I can be when the woman moved around the bench and asked if I wanted to worship her breasts and I blustered so much the opportunity passed!

I was released just before Mistress Claire tied a woman called Alison to the cross, only then realising that it was getting late and, because I’m at the mercy of the bus services, having to ask for permission to leave the dungeon to get changed before I’d been allowed to orgasm! I changed, removed the final remains of my makeup and, after saying my goodbyes, headed off home. It had been a particularly busy day in the dungeon and I want to thank the fantastic Mistress Claire for a wonderful time. I’d also like to thank all of the people in the dungeon during the course of the day as well – offering my humblest apologies to all of the people whose names I didn’t catch – and of course my Beloved. The pictures are all available in the appropriate gallery.

The school holiday is over

The fourth Thursday of August meant that my toy bag was loaded and then taken across Leeds to Quest – sadly without my Beloved due to other commitments – in order to meet a few friends and, most importantly of all, to kneel before and worship Mistress Claire. The event had a “back to school” theme this time and since my Beloved had found an appropriate uniform online for me – it came with a white blouse, pinafore style dress, a blue and white striped tie, white stockings which sadly didn’t survive the day and a straw hat – that, with my locking 2″ heels, was how I dressed to meet Mistress. She wore black PVC and heels, looking sensational in the process.

As noted previously, due to a silly mistake on my part the fortnight of chastity I struggle through for Mistress Claire was accidentally extended to three weeks and those frustrating extra days left my imagination in a truly ridiculous state. I’d already told Mistress about this – she found the situation highly amusing and knowing that made the situation a little more bearable – but she’d also wanted a full confession so the first thing I found myself doing was kneeling before her to admit to a plethora of naughty fantasies, some of which I may not actually be brave enough to act on or even admit to here. I also begged for her canes and the bondage needed to keep me still during that whilst still kneeling before her, then asked that she hold the keys that would unlock my shoes, meaning I couldn’t take them off without asking first.

But the first tie of the day began with a rope harness around my waist and over my shoulders; I was then ordered to lie down on the dungeon floor – that took a couple of goes in my slightly befuddled state until I realised that Mistress meant face down – before my arms and feet were bound and then tightly hogtied. This was a far stricter tie than the one I’d endured the previous session and that metal floor doesn’t get any softer, but since Mistress allowed me to worship her feet whilst I was bound it was absolutely worth it. I still don’t know if I have a foot fetish generally or if it’s just her feet specifically, but I felt a little tingling sensation of blushing pride when told that what I was doing was arousing.

The next position was a test of something my chastity-driven, fevered imagination had dreamt up; I wanted to try being bound over the spanking bench we usually use for my discipline at the end of the day but with my arms pulled upwards like a strappado. Normally my legs are bound tightly to the bench but my arms are tied together in front of me, propping my body up because the corset under my uniform makes having them down at the sides of the bench where they’re meant to be tied uncomfortable, but this new position actually worked without problems. I received a few strokes of the cane whilst there as well and it proved effective as regards keeping me still throughout, which was the intention.

Continuing with suggestions that were made whilst I possibly wasn’t thinking straight, remembering how Mistress had enjoyed my reaction to being bound, gagged and touched by a man previously gave the worryingly creative part of me an idea and I actually offered to suffer the same ordeal again for her! It’s worth stating again at this point that I’m not at all comfortable with anything even vaguely sexual as regards men to the point where I tend to call it a hard limit, but wanting to find ways to amuse my Mistress meant that I found myself being tied in a sitting position to the large kneeling bench with my legs pulled underneath which left me almost unable to move before the tube gag was fastened over my hood and a length of rope attached to my hair to pull my back… only to be eventually released and told there weren’t any men hanging around the dungeon’s doorway to invite in!

That left me with mixed emotions at the time; on the one hand I wasn’t expecting to enjoy the experience so there was a sense of relief that it would be postponed, but I’d spent the days after suggesting the idea trying to prepare myself emotionally in the knowledge that Mistress would enjoy watching me squirm and whimper pathetically so it was… well, an anticlimax I suppose? There might have been a certain degree of disappointment in the mix as well, both in the sense that I didn’t get to please Mistress Claire and, oddly, because it sort of feels like a rejection; I really didn’t want the attention of a man but having all of them not show any was, I think, a rather unexpected and mildly confusing blow to my ego.

Thankfully I wasn’t given much time to dwell on those thoughts after being released – they probably still need a little processing but at least I’ve written about them now which helps – and I soon found myself in the third position I’d suggested; a strappado but with high heels on, my arms hoisted high and a rope tied between my feet and collar to make things a little more difficult than last time. I really do enjoy the variations on this position, it’s not easy to deal with because my thighs start aching quite quickly and the heels mean my calves soon join in as well, but I adore the vulnerability. It’s a strangely relaxing position despite the discomfort and the new collar to ankle rope gave something new to think about as well.

After being released and allowed a short rest, my arms were bound behind me and I was then secured standing next to the cross before Mistress amused herself with various implements including our vicious, prison-style strap. After quite a bit of bottom warming I was then let down from the cross but my arms remained bound and, whilst kneeling on the metal floor of the dungeon, I was ordered to resume worshipping of Mistress Claire’s lovely stocking-clad toes, having one then the other pressed against my lips to lick and suck for a while until she decided to let me have the wonderful honour of pleasuring her more intimately.

Audrey Anne had arrived before I’d been bound to the cross but had been elsewhere in the club, returning to the dungeon shortly after this; she soon found herself bound to the throne and, with my arms still tied behind me, I found my head between her thighs, licking and then sucking as she moaned. I asked for my arms to be released after a while to get a better position but sadly couldn’t get her to orgasm – I suspect it’s because Audrey Anne is a very naughty girl when alone – but she seemed to enjoy my attention. Mistress started untying Audrey Anne and I went to find out when the food was going to be laid out and, since it was due in the immediate future, we headed into the bar area to wait.

After eating we returned to the dungeon and Mistress Claire wanted to experiment with some rope bondage, in particular a couple of variations on arm binders; these can take a while to apply which means I got to be the centre of her attention as she bound me, I really enjoy it and can sometimes become a little lost in the experience, only to be brought back to reality by an unexpected tug of the rope. One of my confessions at the start of the day involved nipple clamps so since the blouse I had on could be undone the rather harsh set in my bag were applied before I was ordered onto the kneeler, still with my arms bound and nipples tightly clamped, for some strokes with the cane.

It was around this time that Mistress Claire realised that her wrist was hurting; she said it wasn’t from beating or tying me – that was something of a relief, I’d hate to be the cause of an injury like that – but it did mean that the caning I’d begged for earlier in the day had to be cut short – this might come as a surprise to some people reading, but it isn’t just submissives who can find themselves having to stop because they have an unexpected pain! Mistress decided to bring my orgasm forwards as well, so I was bound tightly to the throne with my hood and gag applied, then bagged and made to cum as the chain on the still secured nipple clamps was pulled upon… before being left there with the bag still on for a while afterwards!

That left us with some time before the club closed so Mistress used most of that for rope practice whilst she had me there – being a worrier I did voice my concerns about her wrist but she was of course right and it didn’t cause any further problems – and the last half an hour was spent resting in one of the play rooms before it was the end of the day and time to leave. As always I have to thank the wonderful Mistress Claire for… well, everything really and putting up with me after three weeks of chastity. And thanks as always to my Beloved – who just laughed at my mistake and subsequent frustration during the chastity – Audrey Anne and everybody else who was there.