Unexpected moments of dominance

Thursday the 23rd of February saw my Beloved and myself making our way across Leeds to Quest for their all day TV event; I was more nervous about seeing Mistress Claire than usual in part because I had rather dropped myself in it with her (in a good way, sort of, which I’ll get to in a couple of paragraphs) and also because my long-time Facebook friend Audrey Anne was coming along so we could finally meet in person… and I was going to give her a spanking! Because of that small but more dominant role I settled on my nurse’s uniform which a few people told me isn’t submissive at all!

Things got off to an unusual start because a girl called Sarah had been talking to Ma’am and wanted to borrow me so she could get in some rope bondage practise; she tied my arms behind me before I was sat on the kneeling bench so that more rope, a gag and blindfold could be applied. Once she had me helpless, Sarah proceeded to kiss and fondle me and, as I’ve noted previously, I find being in this situation is a huge turn on.

Once I was freed there was something I needed to do; in my previous report there was a comment about building up courage to ask for “more firm restraint” when being punished at the end of the day. Mistress Claire had been pleased with what I wrote and we talked about it further which in turn led to me volunteering to quite literally beg on my knees in order to be restrained and punished. So that’s what I did, knelt before her and asked as clearly as I could to be tightly bound, gagged and blindfolded so that she could enjoy beating me.

With my grovelling out of the way we moved on to some bondage and Ma’am wanted to try something unusual; first my wrists were bound at waist height to the dungeon’s scaffolding with one behind my back and the other in front before my left ankle was tied to the pole directly behind me and the right was raised up and secured to leave me balancing on one high heeled foot. I was ring gagged and blindfolded for some pictures before being left to enjoy the predicament for a little while until I was untied. Continuing the unusual positions Ma’am then decided to tie me onto the throne, but kneeling and facing towards it for a spanking; the position is a little uncomfortable on my lower back but the attention my bottom was receiving was soon a distraction… until Audrey Anne arrived and introduced herself.

For some reason, Audrey Anne brings out my rarely aired dominant side so, because I’d asked to be excused from Ma’am’s service for a while when she arrived, the two of us had half an hour in the dungeon to ourselves where I took her over my knee for a spanking and then restrained her hands using the cuffs she was wearing so that I could play with the contents of her knickers. That spanking in particular came as a surprise to a few of the club’s regulars who passed by the dungeon during that thirty minutes, I suspect that nobody knew that I can occasionally switch… which probably speaks volumes about how submissive I am whilst in Mistress Claire’s company!

It wasn’t surprising however that my dominant side hitched up her metaphorical skirts and ran squealing for cover when Ma’am returned to the dungeon though, because I’d expected that to happen – I’ve said on countless occasions that there’s no way I could be dominant in Ma’ams presence! So with me back in a submissive mindset, both Audrey Anne and myself soon found ourselves with our hands behind our backs before we were told to sit on top of the cage; once our ankles were secured, my ring gag was strapped into place and Audrey Anne was also silenced with her own ball gag. Mistress Claire took some pictures of us and, because the tie she’d used on me was quite stressful, I needed release first and took a couple of lovely pictures of Audrey Anne and Mistress Claire together whilst the former was still restrained.

Mistress Claire decided to lead both Audrey Anne and myself, still with our arms bound, around the club on her chain; we were taken out of the dungeon, through the bar and past the Jacuzzi, before being guided into the thankfully inactive steam room where we were left to consider our situation for a while before being paraded back again; we stopped at the Jacuzzi so that one of the incumbents and Ma’am could have a chat and at one point us girls being exhibited had to curtsey for her – that’s easier said than done with your hands bound! On returning to the dungeon, Vixen was there and amused herself for a while by groping me whilst I was helpless. Ma’am released me before turning her attention to Kate who was soon up on the cross, but I was busy on the other side of the dungeon following Ma’am’s order to go down on the now seated Audrey Anne; sadly I couldn’t give her an orgasm, but hopefully she enjoyed the experience of being bound with my head between her thigh whilst watching Kate being bratty to Ma’am…

It was soon time for the food to be dished out, so we made our way to the bar area and I performed my usual duty of fetching a plate of food for Mistress Claire. There was a couple at the bar area and, whilst my attention was wandering around the room at one point, Ma’am got into a conversation about, amongst other things, me. The woman was… well, I’ll say “slightly merry” and I think she was struggling a little with the D/s dynamic – my explaining that it wasn’t about having sex between myself and Ma’am probably threw her – but she did ask if Ma’am did things like spit in my mouth and I have to confess that the part of me which enjoys being face sat went slightly weak at the knees for a moment… it seems some more courage might be required on my part perhaps.

Mistress Claire wanted to try something new with me, a claw tie which involved loops of rope around three of my fingers that were then pulled back and tied to my arm in order to hold the hand back in a helpless position, raised as the name suggests like a claw. I was surprised at how uncomfortable this position actually proves to be over time, in particular how tiring it becomes for the arm even when not holding it in position whilst being bound. It is wonderfully restrictive however, and I would like to see how much I can endure at some point in the future.

I had a little time free whilst Mistress Claire pegged another girl over the small kneeling stool and then it was time for what I’d been absolutely dreading for the entire day, the thrashing that I had begged on my knees to receive. Mistress Claire took into account my want for more restrictive bondage and tied me to the cross before applying my Lycra hood and panel ball gag and, after a false start when my wrist slipped free due to me wriggling around, there was no escape as she strapped and caned my helpless behind – I hope that she enjoyed watching me suffering for her like that! My Beloved was also present to watch me being beaten and occasionally offering evil suggestions because she likes to watch me squirm; one thing I heard her say whilst recovering from several strokes of the cane was that I’d do almost anything in order to please Mistress Claire and, thinking about it now, she’s right of course.

Finally, I was bound to the throne so that, when Mistress Claire saw fit, I could be made to cum before being left with all of my restraints in place and my head spinning in a post orgasmic state for a little while. Once the panel ball gag was removed, I did my best to be more forthcoming with my thanks. I am always incredibly grateful for her attention every time but, as noted previously, usually rather mentally dishevelled afterwards! Since it was nearly ten o’clock I was allowed to change for the journey home before my Beloved and I said goodbye to Mistress Claire and I was subjected to a couple of bumpy, uncomfortable bus journeys. Those marks lasted for well over a week and I received no sympathy whatsoever from my Beloved because she sees them as “self inflicted” since I begged.

It was, as always, a joy to serve Mistress Claire and I must thank her once again, as well as Sarah for tying me up and amusing herself. I’d also like to thank my Beloved for, amongst many other things, understanding me better than I do myself – regardless of how often I might try to deny it – and give a quick wave to the lovely Audrey Anne who I hope to share a dungeon with again soon, hopefully Melanie Peach too because I’ve missed her!

New year, new dungeon layout

The fourth Thursday in January saw me lugging my bag of tricks across Leeds to see Mistress Claire at Quest‘s all day TV event. I’d decided pretty much at the last minute to wear my pink maid’s uniform along with matching shoes and Alice band, as well as the replacement for my “old faithful” cheap corset which had arrived a few days before. I really don’t talk anywhere near as much as I should about how fantastic Mistress Claire looks – I struggle with both receiving and giving complements generally, something I need to work on – and, whilst it’s always true, in this particular case she’d chosen a leather catsuit and thigh length boots which drew even more well-deserved attention than normal from onlookers and left me more weak at the knees than usual!

The first tie of the day was to what I’ll have to stop referring to as the “new bondage chair” (it’s been in the dungeon for a few months now but has at least changed position since last time, I’ll give it a little thought before the next report, but “throne” seems oddly appropriate despite the person sitting in it being bound in place with their legs embarrassingly held apart) with rope since the straps had mysteriously disappeared! Once securely tied in place with my naughty bits tightly bound for good measure, I was then hooded and my ring gag applied just before a girl who wanted to have her way with me entered the dungeon and asked Ma’am for permission.

I do have to say that it’s incredibly arousing to be caressed, fondled, groped, ground against and rather forcefully kissed whilst completely helpless like that, not knowing who is doing it, what they have in mind or indeed being able to do anything about it. This onslaught went on for some time (although I’d be hard pressed to say how long since I was in my own little world throughout in part due to the hood) and, after the first girl was satisfied, another took over! I honestly can’t say who did what because it all blended together in my mind, but I do remember someone whispering into my ear about how beautiful I was through the lycra hood.

The next position was a punishment; my wrists, elbows and ankles were very tightly bound together and the O ring on my collar secured to one of the tethering points on the scaffolding before I was gagged and blindfolded. Mistress Claire later described this position as a form of “predictive bondage” where the victim spends their time helpless and worrying about what would happen if they were to lose their balance whilst teetering in that permission. I suspect this was a light punishment but my imagination has been both nervous but excited about how precariously strict this position could become with less slack on the rope to the collar or “stimuli” being applied to temporarily distract from the predicament! After being left to worry for a while I was released and the next position was sitting on my familiar kneeling bench with a hood and gag applied – I spent quite some time that way and, not long after being released, we were told that the food had been put out so made our way to the bar.

On returning to the dungeon, Mistress Claire tied my arms behind my back in a restrictive but surprisingly comfortable position and just as she was applying the finishing touches Vixen also turned her attention to me, specifically by producing her rubber doll hood and pulling it over my head before zipping it up. Since Ma’am was about to deal with a girl called Claire who wanted to experience bondage for the first time – a friend of Jemma’s from the previous report – I spent some time as Vixen’s willing plaything; we tried to find a position we’d both be comfortable in and I ended up sitting on the metal floor in front of her as she stood to use me orally, apparently enjoying herself because she eventually left a sticky mess all over the hood!

Afterwards the two of us sat down together for a chat – I was already sitting with my arms still bound and, until I managed to stand leaning on the kneeling bench, had assumed myself to be stuck there without help – with one of the main topics being dominance; Vixen feels that she’s nowhere near as dominant as Ma’am and I’d agree with that, but as long as she enjoys playing the way she does and the people she’s with enjoy it too it’s all good really. I’m all too happy to help in that respect, as it were, as long as Mistress Claire is happy with me doing so.

Once I’d been freed again and Vixen had said goodbye, Mistress Claire, myself and Claire retired to one of the bedrooms; Jemma joined us initially as Ma’am bound Claire in a comfortable but restrictive position on her side but, once she saw that Claire was comfortable, Jemma left to entertain herself. I was restrained me on my back with my wrists bound to the top of my thighs and we spent a relaxing time together in the darkened room. I was released when Claire needed to be untied, so Ma’am and I took a small break in the bar before returning to the dungeon.

I was bound sitting on the kneeler again with blindfold and ring gag applied for a wonderful orgasm which, to my shame, I realise now that I might not have seemed appropriately thankful for at the time; I was left bound in a post-orgasmic haze until released and soon found myself bending over the small kneeler where my wrists were bound so that I could receive the now regular caning; perhaps it was because I’d so recently been relieved sexually, but I seemed to be less able to suffer for Ma’am than usual and spent a lot of time writhing around and sobbing. This is something I perhaps need to build up some courage to discuss with Mistress Claire, because I don’t want to spoil her enjoyment and may need to ask for more firm restraint in future!

After I was released it was time to change and head home. As always my thanks need to go to the fantastic Mistress Claire for a wonderful day because it wouldn’t be anywhere near as amazing without her there. I’d also like to thank Vixen for “making” me wear her hood and what happened next, as well as the girls who used me for their own arousal whilst I was helplessly bound.

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.