Non-specific December greetings

I wasn’t sure if Mistress Claire would be able to make the last Quest TV event of 2016 but fortunately she was; my Beloved had wanted to attend because it was to be a Christmas event (very few people dressed for the occasion and I’m not particularly fond of the “festive season” myself so my only concession was a “bah humbug” hat) so, pausing at McDonalds for breakfast, we made our way to the club. I’d decided to wear my black PVC maid’s uniform, corset and the black 4″ heels with ankle straps – which reminds me, I’ve been saying that I want another pair of black court shoes so talking about it here might actually wedge that thought into my long term memory – although I did completely forget to put my favourite collar on whilst getting changed and dressing as a maid but forgetting the collar feels a little… well, odd really!

Before we started, I needed to apologise to Mistress Claire because my previous report was shockingly late. This apology took place in the dungeon with her sitting on the padded top of the cage whilst I knelt before her on the hard metal floor and stumbled over my words a little whilst trying to get across how sorry I was. Thankfully she was in a good mood so, whilst I was to be punished and quite rightly so, Ma’am was more forgiving than I could have hoped for. Despite the discomfort of the floor I did enjoy kneeling before my Mistress like that and, thinking about it now, it’s not something she often insists on… perhaps I need to volunteer more often?

To begin with, Mistress Claire moved the kneeling bench into one of the corners and I was bound to it before being hooded and having my panel ball gag applied; I was left that way for quite a while, unable to move, see or speak but feeling relaxed as well whilst listening to what was happening around me. Ma’am has previously experimented with the new bondage chair that Quest added to their dungeon and wanted to try a few things so, after being released, I soon found myself suffering a teensy amount of discomfort whilst sitting with my legs open and restrained by the leather straps as my wrists were bound with rope to tethering points on the chair and my Lycra hood and ball gag applied again.

One of the dungeon’s visitors that day was Jemma, who hadn’t previously been tied up but, whilst understandably nervous, wanted to experience it. She took my place on the bondage chair and, once securely strapped and tied down, was fondled through her knickers by Ma’am for a while until I was ordered to take over and then kiss her whilst doing so. I possibly don’t come across as shy but in many respects I am so snogging someone who couldn’t get away from me was an unusual experience! Once Jemma had been released I was bound again, this time with my arms behind me so that I could be led around the club by Mistress Claire and, when we returned to the dungeon my legs were also bound to render me immobile once more. I stayed in this position for a little while until we heard that the buffet had been put out, although by the time I’d been freed a lot of the food had already been eaten!

Next Mistress Claire wanted some rope practise and I happily stood as she applied a Dragon tie to my upper body; the result was quite strict but still comfortable; there was a crotch rope as well which made moving around a little more interesting. The small kneeling stool was my next destination before my knees were bound together and a blindfold and my gag applied; having Mistress Claire press herself against me whilst she worked on the ropes binding me to the chair was a wonderful experience and I was then left in my own little world for a while with just the crotch rope and Ma’am’s occasional but painful attention.

We had another quick rest once I was released and then retired to one of the bedrooms with Jemma; Ma’am had decided that I was only there to observe and therefore bound my wrists behind me, so I was left to one side on the bed as Mistress Claire and Jemma got to know each other more intimately. We were there quite a while and I suspect this uncomfortable position might have been part of my punishment for being late with the report but, once they’d finished getting to know each other, I was freed and taken back into the dungeon and bound over the small kneeling stool so that a more physical form of discipline that left marks could be delivered – Ma’am also drew a couple of crosses on my behind with a marker pen to help with her aim in the low light of the dungeon! I know that she wasn’t in a particularly sadistic mood that day so I got off quite lightly all told, although it didn’t feel like that during the punishment itself and I squirmed around in my restraints… although with that said, there’s a part of me that occasionally dreams of suffering until she cries but the rest of me is trying to gag her!

By that point it was quite late in the day and, since I’d remained chaste for two weeks before seeing Mistress Claire but hadn’t been given any release… well, I rather selfishly asked! She said that she hadn’t planned on doing it but (at which point I think my heart might have skipped a beat) but agreed – presumably due to the almost pathetically desperate look on my face – and secured me to the bondage chair for a second time before letting me squirt and taking a final, post orgasmic picture as I sat there, bound and exposed. And that was the last act of the day, so to finish this report I must thank Mistress Claire for dealing with me whilst being wonderful as always and my Beloved because it’s never quite the same when she isn’t there to wander into the dungeon to tease me whilst I’m helpless! And thanks to all of the people at Quest that day for making it an enjoyable event.

Very late fireworks

The 24th of November was the all day TV party at Quest in Leeds, so yours truly made her way there with a bag full of girly things and bondage equipment to see and indeed serve the wonderful Mistress Claire. My outfit for the day was to be my pink French maid’s uniform, along with the pink high heels I had to wear with it already and a newly purchased Alice band to match them; I wouldn’t normally describe myself as a huge fan of pink as a colour, but that doesn’t seem to apply in this case and, after the corset was applied and a little wriggling to get into the uniform, I headed into the bar area to curtsey for Ma’am.

Mistress Claire had purchased some new rope on the day which was coloured red and flatter than what she regularly uses on me, so I was bound to the kneeling bench with it before my Lycra hood and panel ball gag were applied to leave me unable to move, see or really make myself understood. It could be my imagination but it felt like the rope made the bondage a little more restrictive, although I wouldn’t be able to put my finger on why; it wasn’t uncomfortable however, and I spent quite a while sitting in bondage and happily lost in my own thoughts without issue.

The next bondage position was, at my own request, a strappado. I seem to really enjoy the helplessness especially whilst gagged, wearing heals and standing with my legs tied as well, maintaining that position for any period of time isn’t easy – I soon feel it in my legs – and it leaves me very vulnerable for whatever Mistress Claire might decide to do to me. The helplessness continued even when my arms had been lowered, since I soon found myself secured with my bound arms against the cross for some quite harsh but almost certainly deserved torment.

After suffering for Ma’am in that way my arms remained bound but I was allowed something of a rest, being led on a rope into the bar area and told to sit down on one of the sofas. The hood had made a complete mess of my hair when being removed so I spent a lot of time flicking my head around and blowing upwards in a vain attempt to control it! There were also some threats of me being kept in bondage and fed by someone else when the food arrived, but nobody could be found so I was released and didn’t have to suffer that indignity, although it can only be a matter of time. I’m still unsure how that’s going to feel as an experience; at the very least it’ll be quite humiliating having to rely on someone else in that way…

When we returned to the dungeon it was very busy, with two women dominating a submissive sissy. I watched for a while as they dished out a punishment and gave orders to find people to pleasure orally before Mistress Claire took me to one side to bind my arms, reapply my hood, strap the gag in place and then guide me around the room to sit on top of the cage to sit and wait. After a while sitting there and listening to what was going on, I was taken into one of the bedrooms whilst still bound and found myself lying helpless on the bed whilst Ma’am and Vixen had some time together. At some point – it’s hard to guess how long when in that situation – another girl came in and began to stimulate me before applying a condom and attempting to use me sexually! I’ve never been a “giver” as it were but being taken in that way was an interesting experience, although things didn’t go to plan possibly because I was in an awkward position on my back with my arms behind me.

After the other girl left, Mistress Claire allowed me to have an orgasm as Vixen watched before leaving the two of us together. Vixen has insisted on several occasions that she isn’t dominant, but when faced with me bound and wearing a hood that regularly seems to go out of the window; in fact she sat across my chest and, whilst I was pinned down like that still gagged and hooded, spent quite some time amusing herself by caressing and slapping me around the face! I hasten to add that this isn’t a complaint especially if she enjoyed herself at my expense, although I think the two of us need a little chat at some point as regards what constitutes being dominant!

Vixen had to leave and loosened my restraints to the point I could extricate myself – she was going to spend time untying me fully, but I knew she a train to catch so got unusually bossy and “told” her to leave- and, after waiting for Ma’am to return to the bedroom, we both went to the bar for another rest. I found myself talking to the woman in a couple for a bit and, after Mistress Claire and I returned to the dungeon and I’d been securely bound over the kneeling bench to receive some marks, they came in to watch. We had warned them beforehand that the play would be extreme, but I don’t think they were entirely prepared for me writhing around during the caning and asked if I was okay a couple of times before leaving the dungeon. I found them afterwards to explain that I take pain because I want please my Mistress rather than for my own enjoyment.

I was allowed a rest after the marks were made and then Ma’am used me to experiment a little with some more complex rope work. Once she was satisfied, I was once again led into the bar still trussed up and we talked a little before the time came for me to be released and get changed in order to head home. So to conclude, as always I’d like to thank Mistress Claire for a fantastic day and apologise to her for being so late with this report; that was down to ill health but I should still have taken less time over getting it posted and promise to do better next time. Thanks must also go to Vixen and everybody else at Quest for what was a great day, as well as my Beloved and Melanie who couldn’t be there.

At your party be a smarty

There was a Halloween theme at Quest in Leeds for their all day event on the 27th of October so, after making my way across Leeds on my own once more to meet with the wonderful Mistress Claire and my regular dungeon companion Melanie Peach, I dressed up as a witch for the occasion! I don’t usually get involved in this way with special event days like this mostly because I prefer to wear one of my uniforms, but Asda had a very nice green and black costume in my size for a mere £16 and my Beloved thought I’d look nice in it. I didn’t keep the hat on for long after showing the outfit off because I had to duck when passing through doorways and kept forgetting, but the dress was lovely to wear if a little long. Here’s a posed picture and I apologise here because, apparently, I can’t do any look apart from “self-consciously awkward” unless bound and gagged!

Speaking of which, to begin with I was bound in a sitting position and Mistress Claire used some stretchy blue bandage as a gag before adding her hood; it’s still possible to see because there are small holes in the fabric, but it did make things significantly harder as I was led on a rope to the sauna where Melanie was already sitting. My tether was tied to the seat, Ma’am exited shutting the door after her and we were left to suffer for a while but were thankfully released before the heat really got to us and the hood certainly didn’t help on that front so I felt a little dizzy for a few minutes afterwards.

I had to run a little errand before returning to the dungeon which was done with my arms still tied behind me – always interesting because I often have to ask other people for help and even something simple like picking an object up can be tricky – so had a little time to clear my head, by which point Melanie had been bound to the scaffolding, was gagged and wearing the hood I’d previously had on. Ma’am soon had me on my knees and helping Mel to an orgasm, something I’m always willing to do especially for girlfriends anyway but even more so whilst bound it seems!

After a rest to stretch assorted limbs a little, my arms were bound behind me again with an additional rope harness and the new gag I’d found online applied that straps a set of rubber lips into place to keep my mouth open. Another rope was added to the front of the harness and I was paraded around the bar area a few times – Mistress Claire even threatened to find someone to feed me whilst I was helpless, but the food took a while to go out and I was spared that embarrassment when the bondage pinning my arms back started to become uncomfortable.

After we’d eaten Ma’am tied the lovely Vixen to the kneeling bench. There was also a cross dresser present (by which I mean he was wearing women’s clothes but using his male name) and I was ordered to join in with Vixen as she licked and sucked. This was… very difficult for me, I’ve always said that I don’t play with men and particularly dominant men – I’m aware of the contradiction since I do play with transvestites, but that’s already a reasonably long and complicated blog post just waiting to happen – to the point it’s one of my hard limits and nearly took the “out” she gave me to instead receive a more severe punishment later instead, but at the same time there’s a part of me that really wanted to please my Mistress so I did as I was told and was rewarded by her praise afterwards. I’m still not entirely sure how I felt about it two weeks later though, so that probably needs a little more consideration…

Since I’d previously shown an interest in breath play, Mistress Claire had brought along an inflatable hood to use on me! There’s a small breathing tube which goes between the two layers and into the wearer’s mouth so, when the hood is inflated, it’s possible to breathe and hear the outside world but speaking is very difficult due to the pressure on the wearer’s face and, obviously, there’s no way to see anything. It really wouldn’t suit a lot of people and my Beloved took one look at the photos and said she’d “freak”, but for me it was wonderful wearing it and being bound to the point where I began to drift off into my own little world. I’d really like a longer session at some point if Ma’am sees fit and the idea of suffering nipple clamps or being stimulated sexually whilst bound and wearing the hood are very enticing.

Next I was tied over the kneeling bench and reintroduced to Mistress Claire’s cane before getting a first taste of her new toy; I’m not sure it has an official name, but it’s sort of like a split cane and part of me keeps being reminded of the Kendo sticks used in professional wrestling! That was followed by another interesting and occasionally painful experience as a TENS unit was used on my more sensitive areas to see how I reacted; Ma’am was wondering if I could be made to orgasm from that stimulation but that wasn’t to be, so she instead made me cum whilst bound, blindfolded and ring gagged, leaving me in that state for a while afterwards.

We then adjourned to one of the bedrooms for a little while – the ten plus hours we play at Quest will always take a lot out of both a Domme and her submissive – and the final act was back in the dungeon where I received a second and more severe punishment with the new toy and cane which, because there were only twenty minutes left before Quest was due to start closing, was administered without bondage. Trying to keep still was very difficult even though Ma’am was being less harsh than last time, but I tried my best to hold still and take my punishment to please her and the lovely marks again lasted for a week.

Then, somehow, it was 10pm and time to think about going home… as always I want to thank Mistress Claire for finding all manner of ways to amuse herself with me and taking photographs, Melanie my dungeon companion for sharing some of the torment, my Beloved for suggesting I get the dress when we found it in the supermarket and indeed to everybody else who made the day so much fun. I’m not sure at the moment if the next outing will be this month or after the new year, but I might actually get around to that blog post about how my sexuality “works” in order to cover the gap!