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!

September in satin

Two weeks ago I made my way across Leeds to Quest once more in order to serve Mistress Claire and share a dungeon with Melanie Peach. Sadly my Beloved couldn’t come with me again, although we travelled into town together so I didn’t have quite as much time alone to get my knickers in a twist. My choice of outfit for this session was something of a no brainer since a brand new, hot pink satin French maid’s uniform had arrived a few days beforehand courtesy of eBay and was begging to be paired up with my pink heels. Said uniform was absolutely glorious to wear in the warm dungeon, but doesn’t offer a girl much in the way of modesty although I did try my best on that front and spent most of the time I was free tugging it down! And since a few people asked me to online, I spent a little while curtseying in the dungeon for pictures to show it off properly.

Ma’am has been keeping me chaste for two weeks prior to each session and, for some reason I can’t identify, this time proved particularly difficult; my mind was full of naughty ideas well before we were due to meet and, despite having previously being warned that I should be careful what I wish for, most of them were confessed in messages leading up to the day itself. So Mistress Claire wanted to make me squirm straight away and decided that the first tie of the day would be at the hands of someone else whilst she dealt with Melanie and I was leant to Kate to bind. She chose the dungeon’s scaffolding, first tying my wrists together and above my head before spreading my legs as far as they could go; some teasing took place but, since Melanie was bound next to me, there wasn’t much room for anything else to be done so I was released quite soon afterwards.

My regular seat was available so Ma’am tied me to it before doing something unusual when it came to gagging and blindfolding, pulling a worn stocking over my head! The ring gag was added next which pushed some of said stocking into my mouth and the Lycra hood went on last but positioned so that I could still see some of what was going on around me. One of my many confessions was about breath play so, whilst I was helpless in that position, Mistress Claire amused herself by taking control of my breathing; thinking back as I write this, my reaction surprises me somewhat because I don’t remember panicking! Yes, I suspect that Ma’am was going easy on me since it was my first experience of being dominated in that way but I remember only struggling a little when getting short of breath and this was, presumably, down to trust.

After a rest I was bound to the cross, initially being strapped into place with its integrated restraints by Kate but then restrained further by some of Ma’am’s rope work around my torso and legs; since the new uniform allows more access to my upper body, some vicious clamps were applied to my nipples before my panel ball gag and lycra hood were added to leave me suffering in silence. Around this time there was something going on at the other end of the dungeon which I believe involved some quite vigorous sexual intercourse; I could certainly hear the woman at the centre of attention but not see due to the hood, although I’m not really interested in seeing encounters of this kind personally and already had far too much to worry about with my legs spread and clamps on my nipples.

I was allowed a more substantial break after being let down so went to the bar for a drink, returning to the dungeon just as Ma’am was adding the finishing touches to bondage on someone new; her name was Katie and she was interested in new experiences, so Ma’am had me go down on her whilst she was helpless – I was so blushingly pleased with the complement I subsequently received on my technique it’s almost embarrassing – and, once Katie was released, she mentioned wanting to try her hand at tying as well so, with Ma’am’s permission, I volunteered my services as it were. She mentioned having a job that saw her dealing with rope regularly so, despite being the first person she’d restrained, the result was still very restrictive but comfortable. I absolutely adore being Ma’am’s bondage bunny of course and wouldn’t trade that for anything, but it’s also interesting to be tied by someone else since everybody has their own style; a similar tie from two people can be surprisingly different for the recipient.

I’d expressed in a previous blog post that I’d like to try an even more extreme strappado – I’m not sure what it is about this position but I adore it regardless of the suffering involved – and Mistress Claire obliged, this time hoisting my arms further up than previously and tying my ankles and knees together at my request so movement past little shuffling steps was close to impossible; my ring gag meant that there was an almost constant stream of drool – some effort on my part was required to avoid Ma’am as she bound me – and the blindfold was added once I was helpless. After my struggling was observed for a while, another girl volunteered to help me to orgasm so Ma’am released the strappado to leave me standing bound, gagged and blindfolded and wobbling around on my heels whilst being stimulated until a sticky mess was made!

Ma’am wanted something of a rest by this point and we retired to one of the private rooms where I was restrained on my back in various positions whilst my breathing was once again controlled in a couple of different ways; this was followed by yours truly bravely or more likely foolishly asking to be sent home with some marks – I felt they were deserved since I’d been a little “needy” during those messages in the build up before seeing Ma’am – so we returned to the dungeon. I was tied down to the kneeling bench before Ma’am went to town with her cane, flogger and various straps and paddles and, whilst my pain threshold still isn’t anywhere near what it used to be, she seemed to be enjoying herself so I endured as much as I could for her. I did wriggle around quite a bit despite being bound and, apparently, squeal like a girl when caned to the point where people in the bar heard me.

Mistress Claire told me quite early in the day that I’d regret asking her to be stricter towards me but, despite being a good girl and not wanting to disagree with my Mistress, I have to say that wasn’t the case; the marks on my bum lasted for nearly a week and my nipples were sore for several days from those horrible clamps, but there are absolutely no regrets and I’d happily take the same again right now! I’ve realised that my need as a submissive is to make her happy and if that means suffering at her hand, enduring uncomfortable bondage positions, being sent home with marks and bruises or finding myself in uncomfortable situations then I’ll do my best to endure to please her.

To end, as always, my thanks go out towards the fantastic Mistress Claire for not being annoyed at the torrent of suggestions that poured forth and to Melanie for being my dungeon companion once more and sharing the scaffolding with me. Further thanks go to Kate and Katie for their bondage, to the girl whose name I didn’t catch for relieving me after two weeks being frustratingly chaste and of course to my Beloved who I always miss when she isn’t there at Quest with me.

August is warmer still in PVC

The 25th of August saw me heading over to Quest in Leeds, but all on my lonesome! My Beloved wasn’t available this time but, despite her absence, I still went through the “ritual” of getting a McDonalds breakfast beforehand. The pre-event nerves that I’ve been managing to avoid these past months by distracting myself as we talked over the food came back with a vengeance this time as I sat there alone with a McMuffin and thought about seeing Ma’am; I’ve improved no end on that front since we started playing together, going from barely being able to speak in her presence to the point where I’m even making timid suggestions, but not having my Beloved there after all of the visits together was surprisingly unnerving.

Nerves aside, when I arrived the faithful PVC French maid’s uniform came out to play – this was something of a mistake considering how hot the day turned out to be and I ended up suffering for my art – and, after Mistress Claire and I chatted a little and I tried to pull off a halfway respectable curtsey for her, we made our way to the dungeon. For the first tie of the day Ma’am wanted to try something different; there was a new piece of furniture present, a large wooden cage originally been built for the old venue which had spent the last couple of months in the new building’s bar area was now placed in a corner so my wrists were tied and I was told to sit on top of it. My ankles were then bound apart and the ring gag and blindfold applied to leave me wonderfully helpless and exposed.

I heard Melanie Peach arrive whilst I was sitting there and Ma’am left me to start tying her up. When I was freed, Melanie was sitting on the gym mat with her wrists bound behind her and I was told to sit back to back with her before Ma’am tied us together; I sat cross-legged because it’s more comfortable for me in the long term, although the position meant that I couldn’t lean back to uncross them even if I’d wanted to; my wrists were pulled back by a rope that went around both of our bodies but Mel’s hands were between us and I felt her groping my bum a few times the naughty girl! This bondage was finished off with a couple of blindfolds, my ring gag and some duct tape but we weren’t there very long since there wasn’t much that could be done to us in that position.

Once we were both released, Ma’am remembered that I’d nervously volunteered to help Melanie to orgasm earlier in the day, so she soon had on my knees and, without going into too much graphic detail, I did my very best to complete said task to everyone’s satisfaction. I believe that Melanie enjoyed the experience, although I was too blushingly shy to ask afterwards as I looked up at her! Ma’am had recently purchased a Humbler (a device that fastens around the testicles and pulls them back behind the thighs, forcing the wearer to remain on all fours) and wanted to try it out with Melanie, but the combination of position and lighting in the dungeon meant it wasn’t possible to apply the device properly.

Next I was bound to the small kneeling bench with my arms firmly restrained behind my back and my ankles tied apart so that I could be teased as Mistress Claire saw fit. Since both my ring gag and blindfold had performed something of a disappearing act within our toy bag, my mouth was instead taped shut; this possibly isn’t as effective a gag as it might appear – having the tape fasten something inside the mouth improves it and there are a few pictures of me bound in a habit with a pair of my own panties in my taped mouth and if someone else donates a pair that’s more fun – but it works reasonably well and I mumbled incoherently and at some length as the contents of my panties were mercilessly teased without any release in sight and a few threats that it might not happen at all! After two weeks of being frustratingly chaste on her orders, that was a remarkably scary thing to hear.

Another girl whose name I sadly didn’t catch had brought some of her own toys into the dungeon and Ma’am decided to let her loose on me, so I was secured facing towards the double sided cross with its heavy leather straps before my wrists were taped together tightly with duct tape, and then the girl proceeded to spank and thrash me to her heart’s content. It was a very enjoyable experience; every person I’ve taken a beating for has their own style and indeed reasons for wanting to administer discipline like this, so hopefully she enjoyed delivering it as much as I did receiving.

Vixen had entered the dungeon at some point when I was on the cross and, since I’d already expressed an interest in helping other girls to a “happy ending”, I was leant to her for the same purpose. I offered to wear her doll hood – the rubber mask that makes the wearer look like a sex toy – and, although she initially declined, it didn’t take very long for it to come out of her bag. Vixen can be quite rough on those zipped into her hood so my face was slapped several times as I worked and she’d occasionally hold my head down to bury herself inside me, but I’m really not complaining about said treatment because I knew precisely what I was getting myself into when offering to wear the hood and was willing to please. This time I was sadly less successful, so was allowed out of the hood when it was time for the food to be served, following Mistress Claire to the bar area in order to buy a drink and collect a plate of food for each of us.

After we finished eating, Ma’am wanted to tie me in strappado bondage so yours truly rather foolishly brought up what she written previously about wanting to attempt a stricter position whilst wearing heels… it’s possibly not noticeable from the pictures but, when my attention wasn’t taken up with the pain of my behind being thrashed or worrying about drooling all over the floor from the ring gag – I’m quite proud of how well that’s usually managed but in that position it’s impossible to control – it was a struggle to find a stance that wasn’t going to put a lot of strain on either my thighs or calves and a lot of dancing around and balancing on one leg ensued. But that brave part of me who asked for the heels and gag is going to very politely request that her legs are bound together and the position made even more strict next time.

As I was being untied, another person in the dungeon was after Mistress Claire’s attention so, since I needed something of a rest, I asked for permission to go to the bar. Because it seemed like a fun thing to do I also requested that my wrists weren’t untied which meant that I had to ask for the can of diet Coke to be opened and a straw inserted before being able to drink from it! I was asked how long the bondage had been in place by Chris because he’d assumed it was there during the buffet because I tend to stand with my hands behind me. Trying to do everyday things like this whilst in bondage is challenging but rather enjoyable and if I were more domestically inclined – which really isn’t the case – I’d possibly spend some time doing the housework wearing my uniform and restraints.

On returning to Ma’am’s side she bound me once more in a helpless sitting position and applied my gag and blindfold before getting down to the business of bringing me to a shuddering, breathtaking orgasm; much as I enjoy everything else she does to me, being there and helpless as this happens has to be my favourite moment and I’ll quite literally beg when she decided that to be a necessity. After I was released we retired to one of the bedrooms for some bondage practise with the other girl who’d beaten me on the cross previously because she wanted to learn a little about rope bondage from Ma’am; I’m always a willing victim in these situations and ended up with my wrists, knees and ankles bound on the bed – I think she was quite impressed that I could manoeuvre around whilst in bondage – before I received another spanking from her.

Ma’am and I returned to the dungeon and, again being surprisingly brave, I volunteered to be her victim so that she could properly test her new Humbler; I knelt on top of the cage so the appropriate area was easily accessible and reasonably well lit. I’ve wanted to try a Humbler for quite a while and considered buying one myself, the experience is very interesting because you’re constantly aware of it – a small wooden pillory fastened around your balls really isn’t going to go unnoticed after all – but it isn’t particularly uncomfortable as long as no attempt is made to rise from all fours. Again this is something I’d like to try again in the future, possibly with more bondage if Mistress Claire sees fit.

Finally, we used the remaining time for a practise tie and, as she was untying me for the last time and we were chatting about the next time we’d see each other and how long I was to remain chaste for her, suddenly there was a commotion. Initially I thought it was just someone being rather vocal during sex and the accompanying cry of “call an ambulance” was merely in jest, but a minute or so later the house lights came on; it seems that one of the patrons had accidentally hurt her ankle whilst stepping down from a bed and was so badly injured that she was stretchered away by ambulance!

As always, my sincere thanks go to the fantastic Mistress Claire and my wonderful Beloved (even if she couldn’t be there on this occasion), my regular dungeon companion Melanie, the lovely Vixen and everybody else at Quest for making it such a great day once more – it’s less than a fortnight to the next one!