Out with the old (venue)

The more regular visitors to my blog might have already noticed a new picture gallery that materialised on Saturday (along with an extended set which has pictures showing my [ahem] naughty bits over at XHamster… and considering the topic of this blog, my being so coy is a mystery to me as well) which contains some new photos of me in bondage. They were taken at Quest in Leeds on Thursday the 26th of November at the club’s final event before moving to the new venue, an event that my Beloved and I really wanted to attend because we were there close to the start and are rather sentimental like that! It also meant that I could meet the wonderful Mistress Claire for a third time and I’m hardly going to miss that opportunity.

As with the two previous outings this year, I was dressed in my corset, PVC French maid uniform, stockings, 4” heels that were locked at the ankle straps and my favourite collar. The dungeon room was already in use, so instead I found myself standing hooded and gagged in one of the public rooms as my arms were tightly bound behind me and more ropes added to hold them firmly in place. Once I was helped onto the bed this soon became a hogtie and then Mistress Claire and I think at least one other girl kept me “entertained” until the dungeon became available but, rather than being freed, only my legs were released and I was gently guided for a slow, nervous walk down the corridor whilst still tightly bound, gagged and blindfolded.

Once there I was sat on the large wooden “throne” and my legs tied again, where I stayed as Mistress Claire’s submissive boy was properly dealt with; of course I couldn’t actually watch so was just listening, but there were also regular distractions as various girls French kissed me, put fingers into my helplessly open mouth, spanked my thighs or played with the contents of my knickers, keeping me aroused with their hands and occasionally mouths which was simultaneously fantastic but frustrating! That went on for what I think was at least two and a half hours in total but it may well have been closer to three with my Beloved joining in too, and then I was untied to have a much needed drink.

The hood and gag soon went back on when we returned to the dungeon, but with my gas mask over the top which meant that breathing needed to be quite carefully managed, hearing was far more restricted than before and, whilst the hood alone has a reasonable blindfold, I could no longer see even the camera flash unless it was pointing directly at me! Mistress Claire wanted to try a more elaborate tie this time – sadly, I forget the name for it and must apologise both to her and everybody reading – and set to work immobilising me. It’s really hard to explain, but there’s something simultaneously arousing and somehow relaxing about the process of being bound… the feeling isn’t for everybody of course but for me it’s fabulous, especially when doing intricate rope bondage that takes time to apply.

After a set of pictures was taken and some teasing took place, I was untied for a second break where a buffet was available too and, whilst eating cocktail sausages (no, that isn’t a euphamism) and failing abysmally to nonchalantly perve look at all of the other club goers, I had a chat with a particularly attractive girl; she was wearing some stunning heels – I stood no chance of staring at them without being noticed, so just went ahead anyway – and both of us wore a collar with a ring but, since mine was larger, she claimed to have “ring envy”! Okay, so the conversation was far more in depth than that but, although she was quite candid about herself with me and later my Beloved, I’ll refrain from repeating what was said since it’s not my place to do so.

On returning to the dungeon for the third time I was hooded, gagged again and, as my arms were being secured behind my back, another girl unexpectedly began feeding me tea on her fingers through the ring gag so that was a new, surprisingly arousing experience – she “threatened” to put something bigger there later but that didn’t happen in the end so, if she’s reading, please make yourself known if we bump into each other again. I was tied to that accursed “throne” once more but the bondage was stricter this time around. I was kept horny and helpless for I have no idea how long, listening to other girls kissing and playing with each other without being able to see, do or even say anything but, although I wasn’t starved of attention, the experience was frustrating beyond belief especially since Mistress Claire insisted on keeping me erect most of the time; apparently a gentle tapping of her cane down there achieves that effect, something else I didn’t know!

Near the end of the evening Mistress Claire and I sat in bar area and chatted for a while as she practised various ties on one of my wrists, until one became significantly more involved, pinned my arms behind me and turned into a final visit to the dungeon. I took my now regular, uncomfortable seat but without the hood or gag in place so I was able to watch as the lovely Paula got what she wanted – despite all the teasing she did whilst I was tied, Paula and I didn’t get a chance to play in the end, but there’s always another time – and then I was untied for the final time we chatted a little more, in part about meeting regularly and that is a thought that literally just given me goosebumps whilst writing about it.

Despite having written around twice as much this time, I’ve still probably forgotten to cover something that happened, failed to properly mention any of the lovely girls who teased me whilst I was helpless – in my defence I was blindfolded and gagged, but would really like to do something in return – and am doubtful any of what I experienced has really been done justice here, but hopefully the pictures will cover the remaining ground. As always, I’d like to offer a large and heartfelt, curtseying thankyou to everybody who made it a great afternoon and evening, especially to my Beloved and Mistress Claire.

If all goes to “plan”, my Beloved and I should be at the Christmas event at the club’s new venue although I might actually wear a dress for that one…?

Birthday bound

Well girls, I spent last Thursday in the company of the wonderful Mistress Claire for a second time and she found a number of ways to amuse herself with me during the six hours we were together. After calming my nerves – I’m always scared when meeting a Mistress even if I know her, to some degree that build up is part of the play for me – the first thing she wanted to do was a spot of rope bondage and more specifically a hogtie whilst I was hooded and wearing my ring gag. The photos really speak for themselves but, even with just my heels tied to my arms it still felt wonderfully restrictive so the final position with the extra ropes around my legs and up to the gag hardness (which puilled it in a little further) was just blissful, especially since I was subjected to some quite harsh spanking, some pinching and quite a bit of [ahem] probing during the tying process as well!

After I was eventually freed and told to take a little rest, the second tie was to another girl with her on top – that was mostly at my insistance since I could see most of my bodyweight would be on her and didn’t like that idea, but also because as a sub I’m happier to be subservient to other girls anyway… and being pinned down by an attractive trans girl is an erotic experience, especially if she starts grinding againt you! I completely lost track of time at this point so have no idea how long we were bound together, but another girl took it upon herself to play with the contents of my knickers whilst I was almost completely powerless to do anything about it!

Once we were both released I was ordered to remove my maid’s uniform to leave just the corset, knickers, stockings and my heels before being bound again, initially with my arms behind my back and my legs together but the latter were freed because the girl I’d recently been tied to was wanting me to go down on her and I needed to kneel for that. Because it turned her on she requested that I wear a rubber hood she had with her that had large cartoon eyes and a wide open, round red mouth that, appropriately I suppose, resembled an inflateable doll! How does a girl resist when she’s quite desperate to please others and already tied up? Obviously the answer is that she doesn’t resist and does what she’s told by the Mistress in charge, although we were so caught up that sadly there are no pictures of what happened as she slapped my face and held my hooded head between her legs and used me. But here’s what I looked like before getting onto my knees for her.

As noted previously, I haven’t been actively playing for quite a while so my tolerance to pain is currently lower than it used to be and Mistress Claire commented that she was going easy on me because of that… so a certain silly girl brightly piped up with something along the lines of “oh, you can be more harsh with me if you like Ma’am” before finding her wrists tied to a cross, a ball gag in place (well okay, that was a request from me…) and literally dancing around as she was quite soundly thrashed! You’d think with the years of BDSM experience I’ve got it would’ve occurred to me that saying something like that was only going to end in gagged whimpers and a sore bum but nope, mouth open and stockinged foot inserted!

Finally there was some time spent sitting whilst bound hand and foot with the ball gag and a hood once more, a heavy chain hanging from the O ring on my favourite collar and Mistress Claire sat nearby with her stockingled legs draped over mine – there were people playing and then chatting but I couldn’t join in with, but was probably a little too lost in the moment to contribute. Two days later I’m still a very happy lass with a soppy grin every time she thinks back about the bondage, the lovely people and having her hair pulled whilst being rather forcefully kissed! The time just seemed to fly past and there’s always going to be something I’ve forgotten to mention because so much happened (I’ve literally just remembered the girl who ased “do you do as you’re told” before telling me to suck her nipples but can’t remember at what point that happened in proceedings!) but I do need to thank everybody who made that afternoon at Quest such a fantastic one and of course the wonderful Mistress whose care I was in. The rest of the pictures she took of me during our time together can be found in the appropriate gallery.

Back in bondage

Thursday was, for a couple of reasons, a big day for me because, although it took a while, I actually talked myself into taking my gear along to Quest T-girls Club with the intention of playing for what would be the first time in around four years. That’s absolutely no reflection on the club I hasten to add, it’s a great place and I used to be there every week but stopped going for completely unrelated personal reasons. So returning after all that time was quite a daunting step I didn’t take easily, but go I did, dragging a bag of clothes and some bondage gear in the hope that I’d meet someone who wanted to tie me up.

After putting on my corset and changing into my PVC maid’s uniform which was accessorised with wet look gloves and stockings, I applied some make-up and tried to get my hair to behave itself (which usually takes a little work) before putting on my favourite collar and some locking wrist cuffs. The 4” heels were also locked in place and the padlock keys placed in the locker with my male clothes, the key for which was left at the bar. There were some very interesting sounds coming from the dungeon by this point so I went to have a look, being a good girl and asking the wonderfully strict and sexy TV Mistress for permission to sit and watch as she tormented her boy sub.

Okay, I’ll raise my hands here and confess that part of me was hoping she’d perhaps be interested in having some fun with me too, but I’d honestly asked to sit in because the two of them were so interesting to watch, so when Mistress Claire said that I could be next if that was what I wanted… oh goodness yes! So she bound me hand and foot until she was ready for me and my brave (for me at least, I can be ever so shy especially with new people) request for a gag was rewarded with one of those plastic balls with air holes on a Velcro strap which I’ve never tried before but enjoyed and a hood for good measure. So for the rest of their scene I could only hear what was going on as I sat there unable to do anything apart from wriggle around a little and mumble, even when the boy was ordered to go down on me! That’s something I hadn’t done before with a male sub, but I was given the choice and had promised myself to try new things and he’d obviously been practising!

When her sub had to leave, the Mistress then turned her attention towards me so, after a quick talk as she untied me I soon found myself helpless, lying face down with my ring gag and gas mask on and my arms bound strictly with rope behind my back as she amused herself by testing my currently rather low pain threshold with her hands and various implements including a cane as I made little whimpering noises into the mask. That position was then converted into a hogtie where my ankles were held apart by the spreader, still leaving my poor, helpless bum exposed for more teasing, spanking and caressing. I don’t think I can adequately describe what was going on inside my mind by that point but it was wonderful and I doubtless have a silly, contented grin on my face right now just thinking about it!

After a break in the bar area we returned to the dungeon and my wrists were tied to the cross for some more testing of limits along with a flogging and some weak-at-the-knees moments as I was reminded in a stern voice who was in control and what could potentially be done to me. The final tie was another hogtie, this time with duct tape over my mouth, the first hood of the evening back on and no spreader but what felt at least like more rope binding me; this was a more laid back session and was both arousing and relaxing so, although I wasn’t completely away with the fairies, I’d drift a little and there were moments where a slap to my bum came as a huge, pleasant surprise! After I have no idea how long she untied me and we relaxed and chatted for a while until we both had to leave.

Sadly there were no photos taken because I was far too caught up in the various moments to even think about asking, but we traded contact details and I’m very hopeful that I’ll get to see Mistress Claire again soon and will ask or, if she sees fit, beg for some to be taken! I’m not sure if she’ll see this post, but if you’re reading Ma’am I’d like thank you again for making it such a memorable evening.